Both Sides of the Fence 3: Loose Ends
“ “Hello.” I picked up my cell phone and sluggishly answered it. I was in my office not doing much of nothing at all. I had just finished instructing my last class. I was mentally and physically exhausted. I had so many decisions to make and none of them were easy.
“Hey, baby. How are you doing?” my elderly mother asked. I didn’t talk to her much, but this was the second time in a couple of weeks. I hoped she wasn’t starting anything new, like calling me everyday. She reminded me too much of a past that I did not want to remember, but now was being taunted with it daily, by others and myself. Alberta Candace Jones was my mother’s name. Most people called her Candace because she didn’t like Alberta or Berta, which is what close family called her.
“I’m still alive.” I blew into the phone. I was exasperated and heavy-hearted. I wanted to fall on the floor and cry, kick my feet and scream as loud as I could. But, I was an adult and that would have been childish. I tried to pretend that I ...could deal, but I was about to break any day now.MoreLess
“Hey, baby. How are you doing?” my elderly mother asked. I didn’t talk to her much, but this was the second time in a couple of weeks. I hoped she wasn’t starting anything new, like calling me everyday. She reminded me too much of a past that I did not want to remember, but now was being taunted with it daily, by others and myself. Alberta Candace Jones was my mother’s name. Most people called her Candace because she didn’t like Alberta or Berta, which is what close family called her.
“I’m still alive.” I blew into the phone. I was exasperated and heavy-hearted. I wanted to fall on the floor and cry, kick my feet and scream as loud as I could. But, I was an adult and that would have been childish. I tried to pretend that I ...could deal, but I was about to break any day now.MoreLess
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