Broken But Fixed

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  I cried. I sobbed. My heart throbbed. Not only did dad die, but at the same time, stupid freaking Mack broke up with me. My life sucked right now. I grabbed my pillow. It was a pillow I've had since I was five. It held all my tears. It held my broken shatters of heart. It held my love.
  "Renee! Honey!" Mom yelled. I sniffed up one last tear and wiped my face.
  "Gimme a second please," I said. I took a few deep breaths before jumping out of my un-colorful bed. My white walls depressed me ironically enough. Dad always used to say that white wasn't necessarily a happy color. Even if the supposed meaning was 'good' and 'light'. I agreed with him. However, since we were renting, we weren't allowed to paint the walls. It sucked. Especially when I thought about dad. I felt even more depressed. A few tears rolled down my cheeks again. I wiped then up, deciding to go downstairs.
  "Renee?" Mom yelled. I sighed.
  "I'm right here," I said quietly as I looked at her. She was sitting in the kitchen, but there was no food. I knew mom. She intended to talk. I didn't want to talk. I couldn't talk. It would hurt too much.
  "Sit. Please," she said. I groaned.
  "Mom, I really, really don't wanna talk right now," I said. I would beg on my knees. I wasn't ready to talk about Mack or dad. Especially about dad.
  "I know, I want to know how you are doing," she said. I looked at her. Really. Seriously.
  "Yeah. I'm great. Ya know, dad dying, Mack breaking up with me. I feel absolutely amazing," I said. She looked a bit hurt. I sighed.
  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so insensitive," I said. She closed her eyes and nodded.
  "You obviously aren't ok either. But we aren't here to talk about... him..." She said. She sparked my interest.
  "What are we gonna talk about then?" I asked.
  "Um... Renee... I uh... I'm pregnant," she said. WHAT?! I suppose it's possible, but mom pregnant? Dad died 2 months ago... how could she not notice?
  "I... I... Who's the father?" I asked. She looked down.
  "Your father... we... did the thing the night before he..." mom said. My mind exploded. No way was mom pregnant right now.
  "I'M GONNA BE A BIG SISTER?!" Those words were my first loud words in weeks.