Figured it was about time I posted something.
Threw this together last night.Don't worry,it'll get a lighter side.
FRI-15-AUGDear...Journal?The thing about mothers is they know what irritates you most,and apply it when most stressing or embarrassing.Whether or not it's a conscious habit,however,varies between mothers.Mine,I believe,has an extreme case of what I call MIS,or Mother Irritability Syndrome,which I rate on a scale of 1-10.The average mother has a MI(Mother Irritability) of 5-7.Mine is around the 9 area.
You are probably wondering,
journal(There is no way in hell I am calling you diary) why I am even bothering to write in you,with my spiteful approach to the dreaded task.That is where my fabulous MI system comes in,and my mother steps into the picture.
Today was my golden birthday,though if everyone has golden birthdays like mine,they are something to fear,not look forward to.
Everything was going fine at my party,and I actually thought she might hold through,which was shocking because my sister and father were out so they couldn't keep a firm check on her activities.Nevertheless, I spent my "special day" casting a nervous glace at my mother,waiting for the chicken suit,or maybe her puppet show,possibly the bucket of oysters contest,and most likely some new horror.But it didn't appear until we were wrapping up the party,and unwrapping my presents.I had gotten a cute wet seal top from Jorie,a friendship bracelet making set from Kim,and a kitten from Lora(yes a real kitten.Mother approved.)I was rather content,and was about to tell my friends thank for coming,come again next year,and send them off,when she sauntered out proudly,with a small present wrapped in tinfoil and decorated with purple Sharpie.
"Mom.."I had attempted to ward her off,praying for the first doorbell,and gave her "the look".
"Darling,you'll love it.Just open it."I sighed,and took the dreaded parcel in my right hand.It tore down the front,revealing a dark pink color.With a gulp I slowly peeled the tinfoil off,my breathing slow and steady,knowing this was it.This was where my mother would come shinning through.
The tinfoil in my hand feel to the earth with a faint clatter(for the room was shockingly silent) and I dropped the present.It was a bright pink leather bond journal,with the words "DIARY" written in a bubbly font smack dab in the middle.My face grew dark red as I said,
"I think it's time for everyone to go home."Some of the girls giggled as I herded them out the door,and cast a hostile glare at my mother.
I had thought this would be the worst part.Really.But alas,fate had one last blow.It came as my older sister came stumbling up the road,sobbing,makeup running down her face.She gave a moan and wailed,
"HE'S DEAD!HE'S DEAD MOM!THERE WAS-"he voice cut off,and she fell to her knees,going limp.Her rattled sobs echoed down the street,cascading throughout our small neighborhood like a trickle of water slowly filling a pool of water.Mother slowly knelt beside her,whispering,trying to coax words out of my deranged sister.It didn't take me long to realize Dad wasn't there.
"Da."I said,a shaky gasp forming on my lips.My mother looked up,her eyes becoming moist and red.
My friends may have still been there,but at this point I didn't care.My tears dribbled down my face at a tremendous speed,and for the first time in five years I let my mother hold me in her arms,and the three of us sobbed and whimpered on the lawn.I hardly noticed my friends slowly disbanding,wandering off with a cell phone at their ears.
An hour later my mother pushed the journal in my hands and mumbled,
"Write about your feelings in here."and went to answer the phone which was ringing madly.
This was my birthday.This is why I am writing in you.This is why your cover is tear stained.This is why I am giving you a name.
Welcome to my Hell,Lazerus,it's your shoulder I'm crying' on.
~May R LouinelleCal
