"You have got to get up, it's a new day and you've got a lot of work at the restaurant"
I said getting off the floor with a sigh escaping from my mouth.
I have never been the type to pity myself but once in a while I do that. I can't pretend not to be hurting when I am. Sometimes I cry and when I do, a lot goes off my chest, only that I don't feel like crying today.
I picked one of my towels from it's stance and walked towards the bathroom.
I don't know why I trust Michael and Mitchell to prepare themselves for school. I am sure they can handle it.
Wait a second? Did Mitchell say they are turning fifteen, she must be kidding me. I think she is because she never believes they are older than they look. They looked quite young to be fifteen already.
I might have to remind her that they are already fifteen in case she forgot. Who forgets how old she or he is?
Oh no! I apparently thought they are turning fifteen instead of sixteen, who is to be blamed now? That's me. That's what too much thinking does to one's mental health.
If Mitchell and I think they are turning fifteen, we both need a brain check or maybe me because Mitchell always jokes about her age but I thought it to be true.
Standing right there in front of my bathroom mirror staring at myself. I could see the dark circles. I did not get enough sleep last night, I was up almost through the night thinking.
I sighed and loosed the ribbon on my hair, letting it scatter around the process then walked into the shower.
I am done lazing around this morning.
A few minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom looking better than I was before going to have my bath. Water always does it for me, be it mood swing, stress or to clear my head, bathing relieves me.
I think I am ready to get on with today.
No grumpy attitude or gloomy expression.
I walked towards my wardrobe pulling it, I picked a pair of ripped jeans, a blue long sleeved shirt and a jacket. I took them back to my bed, had my body creamed and quickly put them on. I just added a colorless gloss on my lip. I don't like makeup.
It was pretty much as simple as I wanted to be when it came down to dressing.
I pulled out my phone and went through my social media feeds checking them for anything that has interest, there was none so I checked around to see if I was forgetting anything and there was none. I picked my car keys and stepped out of the room.
I found Mitchell and Michael having breakfast, the first time they are doing so without me. Mitchell looked great but Michael looked terrible. I turned blind eye to his look, like Mitchell said before, they are old now to take care of themselves and I am going to trust them to do that. If Michael gets to school like this and his mates mock him, tomorrow he will try better.
"Don't you both look great this morning"
I said kissing their cheeks. Mitchell muffled a laugh while Michael tried smiling,he failed because he was at the same time glaring at Mitchell. They are best friends and a time like this, you might misunderstand them. Michael loves his sister greatly and can do anything to protect her.
I took a seat beside Michael and stared at him for a while, I tried not to laugh. I don't want to be a bad mother this morning by laughing at him.
"Morning mummy. By the way you look beautiful"
I smiled,"fine morning. Thanks honey but I can't say the same for you"
The last part of the statement came out in whisper, I did not want him to hear it.
"Did you say something, mom" He asked, puffing the bacon into his mouth. I watched him eat the beacon, from the picture of dad I have seen, Michael is his younger version. I don't have to miss him or Susan too much because I have them right with me. Mitchell and Michael are my constant reminder that I once had those two in my life.
"No, Honey, if I did, I am not sure it was for you"
I replied and Mitchell and I shared a glance, then we turned away hiding our smiles, Miss Setory, the housekeeper, was not left out in our little smiles.
I can't wait to hear how he was made fun at school today.