"Harper, sweetie it's time for school, get up please" my mother yelled from the door way. She seemed very happy this morning.
"Probably won't last" I said to myself knowing it was most likely true.
I groaned loudly in frustration, "nooo, it's the last day of the semester can't I just skip today?"
I looked up, her light brown hair was tied up in a messy sloppy bun, and she was still in her pink cotton pyjamas, that she'd been wearing for days. Her makeup was smudged and she had black rings around her eyes, making it certain she obviously hadn't gotten a lot of sleep, most likely from her recurring nightmares.
She's been a mess ever since dad had died in hospital, 5 days after the car accident, that landed him in a critical and expensive situation. He passed away, by mums side on December 3rd on a snowy winters evening, almost 5 months ago. Both of us are struggling.
I felt sorry for my mother, they had been married ever since they found out mum was pregnant young in their last year of highschool, they ran away together to American leaving all out London based family behind. 16 years and there marriage was as strong as it could be.
I didn't feel like putting much effort in today, I pulled my already straightened hair, into a high ponytail, teasing it a bit at the top, it reached my belly button, I didn't get it cut often. We couldn't really afford it much now.
I then opened the huge dark wooden doors to my vintage closet, I love all things vintage.
I pulled out a black rolling stones tee, a light denim jacket, and some black supaslim jeans. Along with my white ballet flats, this would do just fine. I looked in the long rectangle mirror, I applied minimal foundation, light mascara and a layer of cherry flavoured baby lips.
The fairy lights twinkled in the reflection, lighting up the many photos that lined my bedroom wall, one in particular stood out. A photo of me and my father, in San Fransico beach on our father/daughter holiday last year. My vision blurred as tears came to my eyes, I turned around, and whispered to the photo as though he could hear, "I really miss you daddy" a silent tear slid town my cheek, I was quick to wype it away.
I ran lightly down the wooden stairs into the kitchen, looked in the fridge and I grabbed some fruit, kiwi and a mango, pulling out a chopping board I sliced it up and divided it into two small white bowls.
"Mum breakfast is ready!" I yelled across the house.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry" she then replied in a weak and empty voice.
I walked down the hall with a bowl in each hand, and turned to the left. My mother was in bed with the tv on mute, staring blankly into it. The couple were kissing, helplessly in love, I grabbed the remote and turned it off, so she then turned her attention to me.
"You have to eat, you can't go on like this" I sat her up, and put down the bowl of bright yellow and green fruit on her bedside table.
"I'm going to pack my bag for school, and you have to have eaten it all by the time I get back okay?" I lightly cooed.
I felt like the mother of the household, I have kept us together, after mother lost her job as a high school teacher due to lose of motivation. Although I think they understand. I smiled remembering mum was always the kids favourite teacher, the one that gave you free time, and loved to teach through fun activities like movies.
I have to bring in the money with my part time job at Starbucks.
I packed, an oatbar, apple, bottle of water, my homework and pencil case into my blue and green Hurley dufflebag. I walked down the hall to the shoe closet, passing mum on the way, I then slide on my black converse and put the bag on my shoulder.
I checked in on mum, she had are at least 1/3 of her breakfast, I left her with it.
"Bye mum, I'm off" I kissed her cheek, and waved as I walked through the door, turning to my right, I walked through the living room towards the big white front door.
I hopped into my very own black Mazda 2, I say there worrying and thinking about my about my mother, sighing, I reversed out the driveway.