JADE

JADE [43]

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(Tuesday)  (January)

-JADE-

WHEN MONDAYS aren't good, you go to sleep and pray to the Lord that Tuesday doesn't come with the same trifling energy.

At least that was my prayer last night.

I can't tell if God heard me or not. I can't tell if he listened. Actually, scratch that, I can tell. My daughter is still sitting on the couch, yes, the shithole couch, and frowning at the TV. Her favorite show is playing and she's frowning.

From where I'm standing in the kitchen, wiping off the countertop, I see a single tear stroll down her cheek. She quickly wipes it with a sigh. God didn't listen to my prayer.

"Lehi?" I softly call. We've only been home for two days and I'm walking on eggshells around her. I, for some reason, feel like my four-year-old daughter is a ticking time bomb.

"Yes, mommy?" She turns her head to face me. Staring into her sad eyes is like having someone slice my heart in half with a two-edged sword. A mother hates to see her baby unhappy.

"You have to eat your food, baby" I nod towards the plate of food that's still positioned in front of her, untouched.  "Do you want mommy to come feed you?"

She shakes her head "I'm not hungry mommy"

Yes, she is. She hasn't eaten anything other than an apple from this morning. I finish off what I'm doing, drop the rag where it belongs, wash my hands, and release a deep breath. I'm scared.

I rip a piece of paper towel and properly dry my hands before tossing it. "Well, do you want Lucky Charms. It's your favorite" I approach her with a small smile.

She shakes her head again. "It's Kevin's favorite too" she drops her eyes and picks at her toenails.

I plop down next to her and rub my face exasperatedly. Why does life have to be so darn difficult? "Baby, mommy doesn't know what to do" I reach for her hand so that she can look at me.