First, Happy Holidays everyone! I hope everyone enjoyed their day, week, month! Whatever it was and spent it with loved one and things. Since the Holidays have come and gone with a blink of an eye. For the month of December I was preparing for Christmas, New Years, my daughter birthday, finals and just overall nervous breakdown (perfectionist problems). One of my final projects was to put together a portfolio book that will be used for my future thesis. Below is an excerpt from one of my short story.
Enjoy!
Family
Family
The
wind howled through the house as I walked into the living room. Curtains
flapped against the windowsills and rustled the old papers on the faded wooden
coffee table. Why were all the windows open in the house? A question I would
ask my mother at dinner time.
I
gazed at the marble mantle and fingered a small metal frame that held a photo
of my parents and me. The image contained what I believe to others that we were
a perfect family. My laughter in the photo was forced as my mother gave a sweet
smile and my father just looked ahead. Something was missing and it was
apparent in the empty frames face down on the mantle.
We were a family of four that
strained to be a family of three. I knew when I uttered Sam’s name my parents
would clam up and change the subject. As hard as they tried to erase her, they
couldn’t erase my remembrances of Sam. I looked in the mirror above the mantle
and rolled my eyes at the horrible bun I attempted. That would be fixed for a
later time.
“Mom?”
I called as I turned away from the photos.
“Mom
you home?”
No
sounds came from around the corner and I knew I had to venture up the flight of
creaking steps to my mother’s room. She had a bad habit with sleeping pills and
tried her best to hide from my father. She hid in her room as he went on his
drunken tirades. I gripped the wooden banister as I walked up the steps each
one creaked of memories of my life. My father’s hands that gripped my body and
bruised the soft skin. I wish to leave this home and never come back. Although
my mother wasn’t the best in the world, but she did try and I gave her that
benefit of the doubt.
