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“I’ve always been the mommy! I never did anything’ bad!” She<br />
drinks another sip.<br />
I laugh, then I realize how this famous model has been such a<br />
terrible role model for her only daughter. She’s right, she never DID<br />
anything bad…<br />
“Of course not Mom, you’ve never done anything at all!”<br />
“Right. I never did anything’ at alls!” She looks pleased, as if she’s<br />
won this argument again.<br />
I shake my head, and she looks confused. I’ve basically told this<br />
woman that she’s done nothing for me and she’s pleased with this.<br />
After three bottles of wine, she just doesn’t understand what’s exactly<br />
happened here.<br />
“I’m going to bed now,” I announce, as I finish up the last little bit<br />
of my glass. I set in on the table and can feel the rush of wine through<br />
my body, making me dizzy. I stumble up and push my chair in, and can<br />
feel my body stumble up the stairs.<br />
“Drunk ash!” She spits out.<br />
“No Mom, that’s you.” I take a few steps toward my room and look<br />
back down to see what she’s doing; she’s passed out in folded arms on<br />
the table.<br />
“Love you Mom.” I say, as a tear rolls down my cheek.<br />
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br />
I can hear the Canon song playing in the auditorium, the<br />
ceremony has officially started. This is the most exciting day of my life<br />
and I’m terrified the lack of my mother’s presence in the room is going<br />
to ruin it for me. My dad said they’d be seated in Section F43 bleachers<br />
on the left hand side. My heart is pounding as my heels click the<br />
floor…and I take the first step through the doors.<br />
There’s clapping, cheering and a few fog horns in the<br />
background. My eyes dart up to section F45, then F44 and finally F43. I<br />
can’t spot a familiar face. I panic and look around in F42 in hopes<br />
maybe they moved closer. Nothing, no familiarity there either.<br />
We take our seats, as I accept the idea that my mother has<br />
missed yet another teenage milestone and it probably won’t even<br />
phase her. Honestly, I doubt that she’ll even remember that I’ve<br />
graduated now. This day, on the 3 rd day of June.<br />
My principal says a few words and then announces our<br />
motivational speaker.<br />
“I’m so very proud of all you students, for making it so far in your<br />
lives thus far. I want to introduce someone who’s extremely successful<br />
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