A Story to Tell the Kids by Jazelyn
Mom acted happier in a way, but I could tell she felt guilty for me. Everyday she picked up a cup of Golden Spoon frozen yogurt on her way home from work. Unfortunately, my taste buds eventually declined the healing nature of Cake Batter yogurt.
I avoided telling Mom how upset I was. This resulted in many summer nights staring at the ceiling and thinking about the future. Most of my worries were about family. Would Dad ever visit? Would I have to deal with any of Mom's boyfriends?
Then I started thinking about myself. Will I have to deal with this when I'm with someone? Will the person I love suddenly hate me and leave? Will I have a kid that'll have to go through all of this?
By the time school rolled around, I was knee-deep in snotty tissues and Taylor Swift songs. I wasn't looking forward to learning or meeting new people. I just remember trudging to the back of the classroom and having the boy to my right ask if I had a pencil sharpener.
I also remember that boy asking me for my hand in marriage years later.
Now I spend my nights in his arms, smiling to myself. It's amazing how I can look back and wonder why I was ever worried.