"Good. Now does she have long hair like mummy, or short hair like nan nan?" I ask her, pointing to mum and Gem in the kitchen. They fuss over the cupcake trays, trying to pretend like they aren't watching us like hawks. "Mumma" Briella says quietly as she draws long lines around the green circle.
I always used to dread going up to see mum for a lot of reasons. I never used to know if she was having a good day or a bad day, if I was going to visit the mum I know and love or if I would be getting a complete stranger who despised me. There have been times when I've sat on the train riding back
"Hi Mumma" I say quietly, shutting my eyes and savouring the moment. She seems to do the same, holding me close against her before she directs me to sit in a chair just off to the side of hers. "Kitty and Helen were trying to get me to join them on their swim this morning, but I said no way ladies
Max and Rebecca are both business students but they're in the year below me, so they follow me around a lot for study notes and essay help. It can be kind of irritating so I find myself gravitating to Luke a lot more than I used to. "And what about Rhode , how are the two of you doing?" Her smile g
"Baby, that doesn't mean that you can't have problems or issues as well. Yes at times my journey to health has been...tumultuous, but before anything else I am your mum. I should be the person you go to when you feel sad or upset or angry or worried. That's my job" Her voice shakes somewhat as she s
Confronting one of the main issues that's held me back, allowing myself to feel loved. Maybe I'll be able to tell him about it. Mum continues on. "Ah yes that's it, lovely singer that girl. Anyway, that's what needed to happen for your father and I. I loved him more than life itself, and then we ha
It's dark by the time I get back to Poppy s apartment, my apartment. I struggle with all of the items in my hand as I turn my key in the lock, expecting to find the place empty. But instead, I'm greeted by Poppy half way through a bottle of red. "Hey! What happened to Italy?" I ask as I kick the d
Rhode 's P.O.V I'm ripped from the serenity of my sleep far too early for my liking; but not by the regular ring of the alarm but a phone call. Who the fuck is calling me at 5 a.m.? "Rhode honey, it auntie Jen. I'm so sorry to be calling you this early" A way too cheery voice sounds down the phon