During dinner I forgot my plight. But now, I wasn't able to sleep. Everything replayed in my head. It had been a long night.
The morning bell rang, and woke me up. The Christmas song playing downstairs was banging my head. And I just remembered that Christmas at my mother's house wasn't so peaceful. It was a disturbance of joy. I rose from bed, and surprisingly saw My luggage inside my little room. My room was exactly how I left it, but it was cleaner than I recalled. I changed into another sweatshirt and went downstairs. I saw Martha dancing with her family. This put a smile on my face, but it also made me sad. Michael might not be as rich or as handsome as Lorenzo, but he is a caring husband, and he loves his family. How did I make the wrong decision to marry Lorenzo? Was it the money? Was it the fame? Was it his looks? No! I could have sworn he loved me from the depth of his soul, just like I did. I remembered how he would always call me at night to hear my voice, and how he never forgot to tell me he loved me. But I noticed a slight difference in him when we got married. Was there something he found out about me that made him change? My mother was expecting some visitors from her Charity support group and we had to prepare a lot of meals. I couldn't remember the last time I cooked. Lorenzo treated me like a princess, a sad one. I had fun preparing food with Martha and my mother. We gossiped about some people in the neighborhood, and laughed. I'm glad I came to my mother's house. I didn't think I could be this cheered. I made a promise to myself that I'd be very happy during this holiday, happier than I had ever been in the past 20 years of my marriage. We spend the rest of the day in the kitchen. I didn't blame Lisa for saying her grandma's house was stressful, but she was wrong to say it wasn't fun. The evening arrived sooner than expected. We made pumpkin pie, apple cinnamon cake, mashed potato with cheddar, cran-berry orange relish and green beans casserole. The house smelled delicious. We set out the food on the table, and then added a few more chairs. We were all set for Christmas Eve. Ding dong, the doorbell rang and a jingle bell song began to play, and the statue of Santa which was placed by the side of the tv started dancing to the song. I laughed. My mother really has a fun way to set things up. "I'll get it," Martha said, while we all sat at the dining, ready to eat. "Oh my God!" I heard Martha's voice. We all stretched out our neck to see who that was. "Come on in," said Martha. To my greatest surprise I saw Lisa. "Whaaaat..." I drawled as I stood up. "Is that Lisa?" My mother asked. "Nana!" Lisa ran to her and gave her a big hug. I stood there, dumbfounded. What happened? I thought she was going on a cruise with her dad. "Lisa, you are now a big girl," George said. "Hi uncle George." Lisa gave him a hug. Paul, my daughter's driver, brought in her bags. There are a lot of bags. "What happened? I thought you were going on a cruise." "Yeah, well, dad had plans so he canceled." Of course he did. He was supposed to be spending time with his family this holiday, but didn't care. "Uhmmm, honey, who's your friend?" I asked when I saw the tall, dark skinned guy standing beside the shelf, looking at our family's photos. He buried his hands inside his pocket and kept a neutral face. "Ohh, that's Kelvin. Kelvin! Come say hi to my family." Kelvin walked up to us. "Kelvin, this is my Nana, my grandpa, my mom, my aunt and her family, and this is my uncle." "Hi." Kelvin waved at us with a smile fixed on his face. His dimples made him look cute. "Wait, is she your mom?" Kelvin pointed at me. "Yeah." "Yes, I'm Lisa's mother." I brought out my hand for a handshake. "Wow." He uttered, shaking my hands while looking into my eyes. "I mean, uhmmm, she looks younger than I expected." He dropped his hands, and put them back into his pocket. Was it just me, or did anyone else find that weird. "Everyone, this is Kelvin, my friend from college." "It's lovely to meet you Kelvin, come, come have a seat." Nana took Kelvin by the hand and sat him down at the dining. Unfortunately Nana's visitors couldn't make it, but Nana didn't care much because she is surrounded by her family. During dinner, Kelvin couldn't stop staring at me. I didn't know why that was? But it made me a bit uncomfortable. It was a peaceful dinner until we heard a knock on the door. This time I decided to go get it. When I opened the door, I saw Lorenzo standing in front of me. It was like a dream. I thought maybe it was because I had been thinking about him, but I wasn't, not that much. I blinked my eyes, but he didn't go away. "Merry Xmas," he said, and then forced his way into the house. Why has he come here? Why wouldn't he let me have peace for once? I hoped he didn't come here to ruin Christmas for my family. "Dad?" Lisa said. "Hi baby girl." Lorenzo hugged my mom while she was seated. "I'm glad you made it," She said. I didn't understand what was going on, and what my mother meant by that. Was she the one who invited her? George and Lorenzo shared a handshake, same with Frank. "Martha." Lorenzo greeted, but Martha grimaced at him. Martha has never liked Lorenzo for reasons I don’t. But whatever her reasons are, she is right not to like him. He joined us at the dining, and mother was so happy to serve him some food. It would break her to find out what had happened to my marriage. I wasn't planning on telling her anytime soon, and I hope Lorenzo would keep his mouth shut.Dear reader, I really appreciate each one of you that is supporting my book. Please let me know if there's any way you think I can improve. Your support goes a long way. I love you all. Thank you so much for reading 🥰
Everyone bulges their eyes at me. The worries in their eyes are bigger than the situation.“Yeah, please hurry up.” She hangs up. I squint my eyes, trying to make sense out of what she said. “Is everything okay?” Lisa’s grandmother asks.“Who fell off a bike?” Lisa asks.“Cassy…?” My answer is more of a question to me.“What!” Sarah lets out.“She doesn’t even own a bike,” I say to myself.“Is she okay? Sarah asks.“I don’t know. Mary said she might have broken her leg.”Sarah throws her hands over her mouth.“She wouldn’t go to the hospital except I come see her”“Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go, I’ll take you,” Sarah says as she stands up, getting me all confused.“Give me a sec let me grab my car key.” She rushes upstairs. She is clearly more worried than I am. It’s just a bike, it's not as if she was hit by a car or anything.“Is she…” I thumb over my shoulder.“Yes and more,” Lisa cuts me short. I was going to ask her if her mother is always like this towards little thi
KELVIN.As I and lisa plays ball throwing game with Madison in the living room, Madison gives the ball a big thrust which we didn’t know she was capable of doing. The ball landed on the kitchen hallway.“I’ll get it,” I tell them. Getting close to the kitchen, I start hearing heated mutters. I pick the ball and choose to ignore it. “Stop.” I hear Sarah sob and I become anxious. I plod towards the kitchen with curiosity. Standing at the entrance, I watch how slutty Lorenzo is acting towards his wife, which wouldn’t be such a bad thing if Sarah doesn’t look uncomfortable. He’s quite aware of how uneasy he’s making her feel but still he won’t stop.“Is everything okay?” I finally say as this has become unbearable to watch.Lorenzo smirks at me. “Just having a chat with my wife.” Hearing him call her his wife just sets my body ablaze and I feel like pushing him in the mouth.“Sarah, are you okay?” I ask.“Why wouldn’t she be?” He pecks on her cheek and Sarah frowns, pushing her face away
So we all got a present except mom and dad. I feel bad already, I should have gotten something for them. While preparing breakfast for everyone, Lorenzo walks into the kitchen and leans against the kitchen cabinet and stares at me like he’s seeing me for the first time, which seems weird. And what was that crab he was saying about a car waiting for me at home? We both know I’m not going back to that house. As a matter of fact, he practically threw me out of the house. I ignore him as I stir the scramble eggs which are sizzling on the frying pan.“You look beautiful when you cook,” he says and I feel like my head has been turned upside down,I raise my head, looking at him with a crinkled nose. I don’t remember when I last cooked. I doubt that I have ever cooked since he married me. Does that mean all this while I wasn’t pretty? He smiles at me, that same sweet smile he had when we were courting. He fooled me once with it, I won’t let him fool me again. I roll my eyes and turn off th
It gets to George’s turn and mom looks at dad who has been sitting quietly with a smile. Mom holds his hands, and nods her head. Dad reaches into his pocket and brings out a key, handing it over to George. Up until now, I thought dad didn’t recognize anybody. But that’s not how Alzheimer's works, right? George is in awe as he slowly takes the key from him, and I wonder what the key means. “Oh my God.” I hear Martha sobs with her hands over her mouth.“Is this…” George looks at mom, and she nods.Is this what…? Gosh the suspense is killing me.“Is that a key to a Benz? Or am I missing something.” I figure no one is ready to say anything if I don’t ask.“Is the key to Grab a bite.” “Wait, Dad’s store?” Dad had a fast food counter. He sold the best burger in town. He loved it. We loved it. I remember getting excited every saturday because I get to spend the whole day at Grab a bite, helping daddy serve customers, while Martha and George would do the dishes. It was practically dad’s leg
SARAH. I had the best day ever. I didn’t think I would be able to be that happy. I still can't believe I actually ice skated. Whatttt? I was able to overcome my fear of ice skating, and I did it happily. All thanks to Kelvin. I’m glad he came here. The way I feel safe with him scares me, and at the same time, it feels so good. I throw myself on my bed, well mine and Lorenzo’s bed. I glare at him as he snores in his peaceful sleep. I feel like killing him with the pillow under my head. Was it worth it? Was Catherine worth it? She’s not even that pretty, so what exactly made Lorenzo choose her over me? And when I expect him to apologize, he throws a divorce on my face. Well, go to hell and burn, good thing I don’t need your cheating ass to be happy. Saying all that was just for consolation, self consolation. It changes nothing, absolutely nothing. My wounds are still fresh, but with time I believe it’s going to heal. But I don't think it would, because tell me why he had to come to my