Me: Okay, will talk to him tomorrow
Max: Great, then update us
Jane: Yeah!
Me: You girls are crazy
Me: Love you
Max: Love you
Jane: Luv u
Chapter Eight
Monday was quiet, and boring. I had to take care of Mom while I was at home, and do some house chores. The day just started, so after taking a hot shower, I went to my parents’ room to wake my mom. My mom was snoring really loud, and I figured that the heavy medications did that to her. She wasn’t a heavy sleeper. She used to be the first awake and cook us breakfast. But now it was our turn to take care of her. She was tucked in the white blanket, peacefully snoring. Her soft black hair, spread over the white pillow. I carefully brushed her hair with my fingers, and said, “Good morning, Mom,”
Her eyes were shut, but she moved her lips a bit. Then she batted her eyelashes, and opened her eyes. She turned to look at me, and said, “Celia.”
“Yes, Mom,” I replied.
“Where are your kids?” She started hallucinating again. She furrowed her eyebrows, and looked very concerned about me.
I looked away, “I don’t have any kids,” I stated.
“Oh,” She said, and closed her eyes again.
I pretended that it didn’t bother me, and went to the dresser table. I took her pills from the drawer, and filled a glass with water. I approached her with them, “Mom, it’s time for your medications,” I told her.
She opened her eyes, and got up in a sitting position on the bed, her back facing the bed frame. I gave her the glass of water, and the pills. She swallowed them and sipped some water, then she gave me the empty glass. She looked really tired. Like she loathed the pills, but she had to take them. I didn’t like what the drugs did to her either. She was always tired, or sleepy and couldn’t do anything but sleep and eat. Someone had to take care of her needs around the clock.
I placed the glass on the table, “Let’s take you to the shower,” I suggested.
She nodded.
I took her arm, and escorted her to the bathroom.
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After I took my mom for a shower, I took her downstairs to sit in the living room, in front of the TV. While she watched the morning shows, I combed her tangled hair very lightly, and talked to her. “Your hair is pretty. I wish I had your hair,” I said, but she didn’t listen to me.
She kept talking to herself, and stared at the TV as I combed her hair, “You know, I’m lucky I got your eyes,” I said. “Because you have beautiful eyes.”
After I combed her hair, I secured her hair with a pin and kissed her cheek, “All done.”
My phone beeped a few times and I looked at it.
Jane: CELIA!
Me: Hey
Jane: you know that I still have Kent as a FriendChat friend, right?
Me: Yeah?
Jane: I saw his new GF on his profile picture!
Me: Jane!
Me: I don’t want to know
Jane: They’re going to your favourite café
Me: Really?
Me: How did you know?
Jane: He posted it all over FriendChat
Max: WHAT DID I MISS?
Max: Oh, that jerk again?
Me: I don’t understand why’s Jane still friends with Kent
Jane: I’m just spying on him
Jane: Thought you would like it
Me: I don’t really…
Me: I mean
Me: It’s not fair that you have him as a friend and I don’t!
Jane: Sorry
Max: Sorry, I have him as a friend too
Me: WTF
Max: Just wanted to know if he’s still a loser
Me: I can’t believe this
Me: You guys are not supposed to be friends!
Max: Chillax, we don’t even talk
Me: What am I supposed to do with this information?
Max: Nothing?
Me: EXACTLY!
Jane: Follow him?
Me: No, that’s desperate
Me: I gotta go
I closed the chats, and sat on the sofa contemplating about Kent’s new girl. I imagined her prettier than me. Maybe even with bigger boobs, or an hourglass shape. I felt a pinch of envy over her, even though I never met her. Did he take her to late picnics like he did with me? Did he treat her better than he treated me? I developed some kind of curiosity, and decided that I had to see for myself. I had to know who the girl was, and maybe take a few pictures for my friends to see. I had to wait until my dad and siblings got home, then I had to make my moves.
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After the sunset, I wore my black outfit from my closet, and took the old camera with me, just in case if I wanted to take a few shots. I opened my bedroom door, and looked around to see if anyone would see me. When the coast was clear, I descended down stairs, and heard Dad calling me, “Celia, where are you going?”
“Meeting up with friends,” I announced out loud, “gotta go, bye!” and went outside.
I stopped a cab and when I got inside the cab, I instructed the driver to take me to my favourite café, which was close to my campus. The driver kept looking from the rearview mirror with suspicion, “Robbing a bank tonight?” He asked.
“Actually, spying on my ex,” I simply replied.
“Oh, that makes sense,” he said, “My ex used to spy on me too. I knew I was too hot for her to forget me.” Then he laughed out loud and talked in Spanish.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“I was just saying don’t worry, you’re hot, and will get a good boyfriend,” he explained.
“Thank you,” I said.
He stopped his car, and before I got out I paid him. He turned and before he
