Jack and I slowly sat down on the white sofa in our living room.
"I'll be there in a minute, kids," said my mother, typing away on her computer. I sighed and slouched down on the couch.
"What do you think mommy wants to tell us?" asked Jack, a curious look in his eyes.
"She wants to tell you how pretty your sand castle is," I muttered. Jack seemed pleased and looked away.
Suddenly, my mother came into the living room. Her face was pale, but her smile was wide. She was usually like that. Mom sat down on a rocking chair directly across from us.
"So how was your day?" she asked, twiddling her thumbs.
"I made a sand castle!" said Jack, hopping up and down in his seat. Mom nodded and looked over at me.
"How about you?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"Good...I guess." Mom's face dropped and she starred down at the floor.
"Is there something you needed to tell us?" I asked impatiently. Why wouldn't she just get on with it? This couldn't be good.
"Well, you know how Mommy's been working so very hard lately..." Jack and I both nodded. Enough with the small talk.
"And I've been doing everything my boss has been asking me to do," she said. Jack was swaying back and forth. Typical five year old behavior.
"And in a few weeks, my boss wants me to go on a business trip." Jack stopeed swaying and went pale.
"Your leaving us?" he screeched. Great. Hysterics were on the way.
"Only for a little while." It was a business trip. Big whoop. She had been on plenty of those before. And everytime returning with something special for Jack and I. I mean, I was concerned, but it couldn't be that bad.
"But exactly how long is 'a little while'?" I asked. Ovbiously my mother wasn't expecting me to ask that.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure. But somewhere between...two weeks or so?"
"What?" asked Jack and I in unison. Yes. Business trips. She was always on a business trip. I was born when she was on a business trip in Tampa Bay, Florida. It wasn't exactly where she wanted to give birth, but what could she do? She was on a business trip!
"Mom, thats kind of a long time," I murmured.
"I know sweeheart. I don't want to, but I have to," she said. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. Jack was already silently crying.
"What you expect us to do then?" I asked in a flat tone. I knew it wasn't right to say it. So I thought it instead. Sometimes, parents were complete morons.
"Well, that was an issue..." My mother trailed off and starred up at the ceiling.
"Grandma and Grandpa!" screeched Jack. My ears throbbed.
"Now that is a possibility." My eyes widened. Grandma and Grandpa? First of all, old people smell like tapioca. If that was even possible. And second, why would I want to stay with them? All they ever did was spoil Jack with cookies and what not, and send me to bed at seven PM. It wasn't fair. It never was.
"Not in a million years," I said, this time with attitude.
"Excuse me? We're talking about my parents here," said my mother. I rolled my eyes.
"You know what? I'm done." Mom was still speaking in a calm tone, but I could hear the annoyance in her voice.
"Mom?" I was completely confused. But I should of kept that thought to myself.
"We'll finish up this conversation tomorrow, just go get ready for bed,". I glanced at the clock. It was only six thirty, and we didn't even have dinner yet.
"Mom it's-,". She suddnely cut me off.
"Just go, it doesn't matter." I silently got off the couch and went upstairs. Somethings weren't fair. Like my grandparents....my mother....my life. Sometimes I just didn't understand why she got so angry so easily.
I slammed the bathroom door behind me and looked in the mirror. Tears were still running down my cheeks. Thankfully, Rags was coming over in an hour or so. I needed someone to talk to who actually cared about what I had to say.