It was a gloomy morning—a raw reminder of unresolved mommy issues on a day that was supposed to celebrate love and nurturing. Groggy and defiant, she fired up her bong and kicked off her weekend ritual, dragging herself out of bed with the same reluctance she’d face another shift at the diner—where, for those few hours, she could convince herself that her life was all roses and cupcakes.
Before she could even start on her face care or sip her well-deserved coffee, Jordan—her unpredictable, ever-present best friend—busted through the door with a wild glint in his eye and a joint dangling from his fingers. "Happy Mother's Day, bright eyes," he grinned, knowing full well she hated being seen without her false lashes. In a flash, he disappeared into the back of the house, leaving behind his joint.
Moments later, the familiar rumble of her mother's truck rolled by her bedroom window—a relentless reminder of their fragile, complicated bond. She glanced at the clock, a mix of resignation and worry creeping in. With a decisive swipe, she shut the window just as the fan purged the last wisps of smoke from her lungs.
Switching on her infusers, she pulled on her robe and slippers—the chill in the house enough to make one wonder if meat was truly for hanging indoors. Stepping quietly into the living room, she found a sweet surprise: her daughter, Felicia, grinning ear to ear while clutching a white teddy bear and a handmade Mother’s Day card. For a brief, tender moment, the chaos softened.
But as she took in the warmth of her daughter’s gesture, she had no inkling that today’s surprises were far from over. Something told her the day was holding even deeper twists—secrets, betrayals, and revelations waiting in the wings.
To be continued...