How Long is Forever? Part 3/3 of Chapter 9
Destiney receives a letter. Comments would be greatly appreciated :)
It was a hot day, my back moist from slightly sweating underneath the July sun as I walked to the mail box. Graduation had come and gone, June was a very hectic month for me, deciding what to do and what direction I should take. Finally though, I had decided to go to community college for one year, and then switch to a university after, I was accepted to Brown University, University of Rhode Island, and 3 other universities. I don't think I could leave my mother now, so I decided to stay for one more year and stick to a year of community college, and then next fall, I would go to Brown. Noel was going to do the panels this month, we agreed to hold it off last month since we were both busy with other things.
I walked across the street, mail in hand, back to our house. As I walked in, I heard Mom yell from the kitchen. I looked at each letter, seeing who it was from and who it was for. Suddenly, as I got to the fourth letter, I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Is there anything for me?!" Mom's voice echoed through the walls as I heard something sizzle on the stove. I couldn't take my eyes off the letter.
"...Yeah...yeah, there is. There always is." I answered, quickly folding the letter, stuffing it in the back pocket of my shorts. I walked to the kitchen, my mother was cooking away, a strainer filled with spinach in her hands, letting water run over it under the faucet.
"Uhmm...here's the mail, you have 5, I think? All bills though."
"Aw, receiving mail isn't as good as it used to how it felt when you got at least just one, huh? I remember how excited I was as a child just getting one from friends or family, but now, all there is to it are bills bills bills." She shook her head as she set the strainer down and wiped her hands on a dishtowel.
"...Uh-huh, yeah...Well, I'm gonna go upstairs...you know, to check on Caleb and everything."
"Ok, you go do that honey." She eyed the envelopes, not paying much attention to me. And with that, I dashed to the stairs and ran up to my room, closing the door behind me a little bit more louder than I intended to. I closed my eyes as I leaned myself on the door, my heart beating loudly in my ears. I walked to my bed and sat down, slowly slipping my hand in my back pocket, holding, feeling the envelope between my fingers as if trying to believe its existence before slowly pulling it out and carefully unfolding it, smoothing its edges before flipping it over where the writing had become clear to my eyes. Rickson Blauvet. 267 Morrison Lane. Warwick, RI 02887. I read it over and over, it was unbelievable. The weird thing was, it wasn't addressed to my mother, or anyone else in the family, but me. ME. Why, exactly? It said, Destiney West, and then my address underneath it. Why had my father written to me and not my mother? With my hands trembling, I laid a finger on the flap but found myself, for some particular reason, unable to rip it open. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't.
I walked across the street, mail in hand, back to our house. As I walked in, I heard Mom yell from the kitchen. I looked at each letter, seeing who it was from and who it was for. Suddenly, as I got to the fourth letter, I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Is there anything for me?!" Mom's voice echoed through the walls as I heard something sizzle on the stove. I couldn't take my eyes off the letter.
"...Yeah...yeah, there is. There always is." I answered, quickly folding the letter, stuffing it in the back pocket of my shorts. I walked to the kitchen, my mother was cooking away, a strainer filled with spinach in her hands, letting water run over it under the faucet.
"Uhmm...here's the mail, you have 5, I think? All bills though."
"Aw, receiving mail isn't as good as it used to how it felt when you got at least just one, huh? I remember how excited I was as a child just getting one from friends or family, but now, all there is to it are bills bills bills." She shook her head as she set the strainer down and wiped her hands on a dishtowel.
"...Uh-huh, yeah...Well, I'm gonna go upstairs...you know, to check on Caleb and everything."
"Ok, you go do that honey." She eyed the envelopes, not paying much attention to me. And with that, I dashed to the stairs and ran up to my room, closing the door behind me a little bit more louder than I intended to. I closed my eyes as I leaned myself on the door, my heart beating loudly in my ears. I walked to my bed and sat down, slowly slipping my hand in my back pocket, holding, feeling the envelope between my fingers as if trying to believe its existence before slowly pulling it out and carefully unfolding it, smoothing its edges before flipping it over where the writing had become clear to my eyes. Rickson Blauvet. 267 Morrison Lane. Warwick, RI 02887. I read it over and over, it was unbelievable. The weird thing was, it wasn't addressed to my mother, or anyone else in the family, but me. ME. Why, exactly? It said, Destiney West, and then my address underneath it. Why had my father written to me and not my mother? With my hands trembling, I laid a finger on the flap but found myself, for some particular reason, unable to rip it open. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't.
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