Friday, January 8, 2021

Parrallel: Joey

  Beth rolls stretches her arms and legs out under the covers. She slowly opens her eyes and rubs her face.
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                She walks down the hall into her daughter’s room. The pink walls of her childhood have now become Emma’s. She readjusts the crooked picture frame on the wall and opens the drawers of her old cherry dresser. She pulls out an outfit for the day and packs an extra in the Dora back pack on top of the dresser.  She sits on the edge of her daughter’s day bed. She smiles as Tabby sleeps peacefully, Tabby’s dark brown hair all over the place from tossing all night and her peaceful tanned face barely peeking out from beneath the stray hairs.
                “Come on baby, time to get up for school.” She leans over and kisses her on the cheek.
“Mommie” the little girl grumbling becomes giggles as she is repeatedly kissed.
“Come on baby, you need to get up.”
“Why do you always kiss me?”
“Because that’s how your supposed to wake up a princess.”
“That’s only by true love.”
“My love is true. Come on, up. You need to potty and brush your teeth. I’m going to get dressed then I’ll get you dressed and brush your hair. “
“Okay.” Emma climbed out of bed and sleepily shuffles to the bathroom.  Beth heads back to her room. She finds a red polo and slacks to put on. She brushes her own brown shoulder length hair and tosses the brush back on her dresser.  She heads back down to her daughters room and sees her mom exiting her bedroom.
“Don’t forget to flush.” Emma’s grandmother reminds her.
“Yes, Nana.” The toilets flush echoes. Emma takes off her Dora pajamas and tosses them into the bathroom hamper.
“Morning, mama.”
“Good morning,” Nana responds as she passes Beth on the way to the kitchen.  Emma waits for Nana to pass and follows her mom into her bedroom. She grabs her undershirt off the dresser and pulls it over her head. She grabs the next shirt and pulls it over her head and smiles in the mirror. She pats her stomach and smiles at the Dora and Boots decal. “I like Dora.”
“I know baby. Put your jeans on and get your shoes out.”
“Okay.” She struggles to pull her jeans on and then finally zips them. She opens her closet door to pull out her tennis shoes. She closes the door, grabs her socks off the dresser, and goes to sit on her bed. Beth grabs the rubber bands and hairbrush out of the jar on the dresser sits behind her daughter on the bed. She parts the hair down the middle, slowly undoing some of the tangles. She brushes out the rest of the tangles and works each side into a French braid resulting in tight pigtails.
“All done. Fix your bed and come eat breakfast.” Beth leaves Tabby and heads to the kitchen to start the eggs. “You can still pick Tabby up today, right?”
“Yes, I’ll be there.” Nana replied setting some more bread into the toaster.
“Good, I’ve got student teaching today and I’m pulling a double at the diner tonight.”
“Again?”
“We could use the extra money, I’ll be back during my dinner to tuck her into bed.”
“I wish you wouldn’t work so much.”
“I know, but hopefully I can get hired on with the district next semester. Then I can quit the diner.”
“He needs to be the one to have two or more jobs, not you.”
“Yeah, well he can’t even keep one job. Momma, we’ve been over this. Shhh.”
“Can I have your cinnamon toast today?”
“Of course honey, just pull out the butter.” She finished scrambling the eggs as the toast popped.
“Will you be home tonight mommy?”
“No, baby, not tonight. You and Nana get to hang out. She will give you a bath after dinner. I will be here in time to read to you and tuck you in, okay? And I will pick you up from school tomorrow and we can do what ever you have planned.”
“And Saturday I go to Daddy’s?”
“If he picks her up,” Nana grumbled under her breath. Beth shot her a dirty look.
“Yes, that’s the plan.”
“What about the party?”
“I told your Dad all about Abigail’s. He’ll take you to it, don’t worry. We can even get her a gift tomorrow after school.”
“Okay.”
“Eat your breakfast. You need to get milk today.”
-Phone call from him-
“That’s fine.”

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