Day 9’s prompt: All things suck until one life-changing event . . . hmmm . . .
“If at first, you don’t succeed . . .” Bailey paused, and Julius continued, “Just throw that shit out?”
“That’s my preference,” Bailey crumpled the letter. Three times she had tried to write, and each time she crumpled the paper up, tossing it out. How does one give parents important news when they refused to acknowledge your existence?
“It’s your life, babe.” Julius kissed her forehead. “Gotta run. Late for work.”
“Go on.” Bailey watched Julius walk down the sidewalk and disappear around the corner.
She sighed, shaking her head. Her parents steadily rebuffed every attempt to reach out to them. Bailey had celebrated Thanksgiving and birthdays alone for the first time in her life. Cards and presents were returned unopened. Phone calls went unanswered. Doors were left locked. Once she and Julius got together, her parent’s had firmly closed their hearts and home to her.
Bailey had cried too many times to count on Julius shoulder, going through what seemed like boxes of tissue. She didn’t know what to do, except say screw it and move on. She was losing her ability to hope, and just felt beaten down. Her body literally ached. Although that could be the radiation treatment effects, too.
Bailey wandered into the kitchen, uncovered her aging cellphone, and took a deep, steadying breath before dialing with shaky fingers.
She was getting ready to disconnect the call, when it suddenly picked up.
“Bailey?” A familiar voice wrapped itself around Bailey’s heart, squeezing gently.
“Mom?” Bailey felt tears sting her eyes. “Mommy?”
“Oh, sweet girl,” her mother breathed softly into the phone. “I’ve missed you so.”
Bailey sat slowly down in her chair, feeling something unclench inside. “Oh. mom,” she said, “I’ve missed you so. I have so much to tell you.”