Long Overdue

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     July 22, 2016, that was a very surprising date. Like I didn't even expect that to happen, but everything happens for a reason right? I got up and made myself some coffee. I rent an apartment near my college, but I have a roommate because I can't afford to pay the rent alone. I finally had paid attention to the time when I went back to my room with my coffee, it was 10.

Shit, I thought, I missed my first two classes

I shrugged, and I thought well I guess I just won't go to my classes today. I am going to have a free day today because I don't have to go to work. I go back into my bed and I turn on the tv. I put on Netflix and I put on Once Upon A Time, after probably two or three episodes I go into the kitchen. I look in the sink and I immediately knew that she sleep out. I made myself some eggs and some more coffee. I sat down on the table and I turned on my phone. I open maps and I see how long it would take to drive from here to home. I haven't been home in a long time. It's not that I am avoiding home, although my parents think that I am just avoiding the house. I actually am busy. I have an internship at best, and I am a barista, and a full time college student. I have a lot on my plate. But for them it's just excuses. So there is that. Although my dad is pretty cool with me not visiting all the time. he understands that I do have a life. Well, I sort of do. But he bugs me sometimes. Like today.

I showered, changed, cleaned up my room a little bit, and I was lazy to do any makeup so I just swiped on mascara and some lipgloss. Finally I grabbed my car keys and drove off to my childhood home.

About some time, I don't know the exact time after but some after later I pulled up to my parents driveway. I look to my right and I see Richards house, his parents still have the house for like a getaway, or something like that. I stared at the house with memories flooding through my mind. I grew up there too, it was like a home 2.0. And I have to be honest, I haven't found home in a long time. Like there is my parents house and I have my apartment but I don't feel at home. Get what I mean?

I took a deep breath and I got out my car. I opened the front gate and locked it. I walked to the doorsteps and knocked on the door. I heard my mother shout I'll be right there. I laughed at her loudness, god how I have missed it. Suddenly the door swings open and I see my  mother her in a dress, flats, full makeup done. Always looking like she is going out when in reality she stays home, cleans, and cooks.

"Mija!" she exclaimed when she saw my face. "You made it!"

"Hi mami, of course I did, I said that I would come."

"Yes you did. But your dad had some doubts."

"Ay mama!"

I rolled my eyes, he never believes when I say that I am visiting. My dad thinks that I'm going to bail on the last minute because of what holds here. He never even believes me when I say that I am fine with what happened. Like Daddy Yankee says " Lo Que Paso Paso" Sorry I had to.

"Speak of the devil" I muttered when I saw him coming up to me. Out of the corner of my eye I see my mom on persinandose.

"Hola mija, you finally made it." He said and brought me into a hug.

I decided to not say anything and just say hi ti my dad that I haven't seen in a long time.

"Hi dad."

I pulled back and smiled at him

He smiled back and said " So glad that you could make it."

"Me too dad." I replied.

I walked off down the hall and entered my room. I closed the door behind me. I go and sat on the bed.  But I felt so weird, I mean it didn't feel like home anymore. I didn't as comfortable here. And neither in my apartment. I got up and went to my drawer because there is false bottom. Over there are my most precious things. Two drawings.
One drawing is a suit, a beautiful black suit. It was originally planned to be made for Richard, but I didn't have time to actually make it. He has never seen it, there was another one a dress with a slit from the thigh, red, and spaghetti straps. These are my most precious possessions. I am proud of them. But I sadly never have gotten the chance to make either of them. I regret not making them, the designs are really beautiful. But hopefully I will get the chance to make them.

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