Chapter 1A Chapter by SIsarmento8 months earlierI
stare into the open sky, letting the delicate snowflakes hit my face. The
snowflakes touched my face as they cascaded down the sky; they were soft
against my skin. The familiarity of my surroundings had made me feel nostalgic
as I stand outside the bus station waiting for my mother to pick me up. I had
been waiting for hours for my ride, almost considering getting a cab but I
finally see the familiar silver 2002 Honda civic pull in right in front of me. Here I go, I say in my head, because
that is exactly all I can say to prepare myself coming back and seeing some old
faces. It
had been 4 years since I had come back into my town in Silverton, Colorado,
population of 638 people. I had left shortly after high school to pursue my
dreams to become a registered nurse in San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles,
California. I was now in my final year of school and finally gave into my
mothers overbearing demands to come back and visit. I had left for so many
reasons and now I am back because my mother had been overbearing about me
visiting, she wanted me to visit before I graduated, before I transitioned into
the real world, working to save many lives in the hospitals. “Freida!!!!...
My mom yelled, as she came out of the car, she made her way to the other side
to hug me into a warm embrace. “Oh honey, I
am so happy to see you, I am so sorry I am late”, “It’s okay mom, I was enjoying the snow
freezing my body” I say with a hint of sarcasm. “I miss that smart mouth of yours, come here”
as she put me back into her embrace. Her hugs were what I missed the most when
I left Silverton; she smelled of fresh baked goods, something she would always
do when she was stressed or anxious was cook and bake. Her hug alone can send
me into an emotional rollercoaster, I forgot how much I missed and loved her.
My eyes had started to water, but I controlled the urge to cry and broke away
from her embrace. My mother
rubbed both my arms, “well, let’s get you home”. My mother broke away from me
and picked up some of my luggage from the ground and put them away into the
trunk of the car. And then we were off, the short trek, up to the home in
mountains, a home I grew up in, a home I grew up memories, some memorable some
I wish to forget. I was feeling nostalgic as I passed by the small town I spent
most of my childhood days in. I glanced at Warwicks, one of my favorite ice
cream parlors I went to almost everyday in the summer with my childhood best
friend Gisele, we would sit in the parking lot to talk about how gross boys
were, as we got older, those very conversations turned into conversations about
how cute boys were. The hills, the town, was all starting to look a lot more
like the winter season, the snow starting to pile into the roads, it was
magical how the snow made everything so serene and beautiful. The town looked
exactly how I remembered it as I left and when I was a child. About 9 stores
next to each other, with parking space in front of each building, the same
trucks as I seen when I was growing up. An insanely small town life, one
grocery store, 1 auto shop, 1 pet store, 1 salon, a small town hospital, and
the short list ended there. The rest of the buildings were small businesses and
I had no patience to acquaint myself with, I was only interested in Waricks and
Patty’s Pet Store. “Mom, you
need to buy a pick up truck, or some sort of 4x4 to get through this winter
season, I’d hate to see what kind of accident you can get into driving this
deathtrap around these slippery streets” I say exasperated. “I know
baby, I hardly drive, but I knew I had to pick you up so I had to drive
something”. “Can’t you
ask dad to get you a new truck or something, you’d think with all that money,
he would get you something safer to drive in” I say. Then immediately regret
bringing up my father. I caught my
mother’s expression change from happy, to instant sadness as soon as I
mentioned my father. My mother says nothing, and concentrates on her driving.
My heart aches for her, and I wish I could say something to comfort her, but
heart to heart talks with my mother was something that never happened. Big
talks was something that was not exercised with my family, when something
tragic, sad, or scandalous had happened, we all kept to ourselves. So, the rest
of the drive was silent. We are now driving up the hill that lead to my home,
we stopped in front of the gate, my mother pressed the gate buttons, the black
fenced gates had begun to open, and I knew I was entering into something I wish
I never came back for. “Welcome
home baby”, my mother finally says in a whisper. We both look at each other
with forced smiles, deep down; I knew she did not want me here either. At this
particular home at least. As my mom
stopped the engine, she looked at me with guarded eyes, I shudder at
the mention of my father greeting me at the door, but I ring the doorbell, a
doorbell I hate because it instead of normal sounds a doorbell should make,
it’s a doorbell that would make even jingle writer’s cringe. Once I had rung
the doorbell, I hear Cobie barking, it was something that put me in a better
mood. The door opened, and I dreaded to see who was on the other end of the
door. The door opened and I knew I was about to enter through something I knew
I did not want to go through. © 2017 SIsarmento |
StatsAuthorSIsarmentoVancouver, Kitsalano , CanadaAboutI've always wanted to follow my dreams and share my stories, whether it was through screen plays or novels. I have a passion to share stories, and I hope you enjoy mine. I post just the beginning of m.. more..Writing
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