“I don’t know what to do,” she said.
She’d only been home five minutes before the inner tension was too much and she had to talk to Mom about it.
“What do you want to do?” Mom asked.
“Everything,” she answered. “I want to leave, I want to stay, I want to scream, cry, break stuff and roll into a ball.”
“Which of those sound best right now?”
“Break stuff,” she grinned through her tears. “I won’t though. I have too much self-restraint.”
“Yes, that’s what you’re known for, self-restraint,” Mom said.
“Actually, the only thing that sounds good right now is something to eat. Do you have anything?”
Mom scoffed. “Do I have anything? Baby, sit down. I’ll take care of you.”
She pulled out a stool and sat while Mom rummaged through the fridge, proclaiming all her finds as she pulled them out.
She felt her eyes well up with tears, and she tried to sniff them back.
“Mom,” she began.
Mom kept her head in the fridge but said, “Hmm?”
“How can I feel strong and weak, confident and scared, bitter and generous all at the same time? I think I might be losing it.”
Mom emerged with a container of Cool-Whip in one hand and a container of strawberries in the other.
“No honey, you’re just being you. We’re all that way.”
This is my attempt at a fiction version of Five Minute Friday, though I definitely didn’t get many words down in that amount of time. *sigh* That’s okay. For those who don’t know, Five Minute Friday is a linkup with Lisa-jo Baker and it is lots of fun. Check out all the details on her site: http://lisa-jobaker.com I’d love to find your contribution (if you’re here with FMF), so please leave a link in the comment section below! And as always, thank you sincerely for visiting today.