Chapter 14

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Chapter Fourteen

The difference 30 days can make

On my way home I dreaded being back on that long ass flight. I finally got to JFK airport, and I was just happy to smell the stench of the Big Apple. I noticed everybody’s rides were there but mine wasn’t. A couple of people offered to take me home, but I passed and told them that my mom was coming to get me. I decided to call the house to make sure she already left to come get me, and Sky picked up the phone. I told him I was at the airport, and he told me to just catch a cab. He said he’d take care of it once I got there. I went to baggage claim, found my bag and caught a cab home. When I arrived home, there were a lot of people there, friends and family I hadn’t seen in a while. It looked like a welcome home party of some sort. I went in and put my bags down and to my surprise I didn’t see my mom. So I assumed she had to be at work. I called her at work to let her know I was back, but the lady said that Mrs. Hudson did not come in today. I asked people “where’s mommy” and everybody started turning their faces. I looked at my little brother and he seemed clueless. I was standing at the top of our 19 stairs to our house, and Sky stood in front of me and started breaking down crying saying “Jabula your mother had died”. I was shocked at the words, I said “what did you say” And he uttered the words again. “Your mother had died right before you got home” I don’t know what came over me, but I grab the railing of the staircase and ripped it out on the wall with one hand. I was furious, people tried to hug me but I didn’t want to be touched. “How could she just die on me” and I was furious with God “How can you just take her from me like that, I have nobody now” I didn’t believe it and I refused to believe it. “I need to see her now” I demanded.

So Sky, myself, and this guy named Squiddly drove to the hospital. When I got there I saw her just laying there with her eye’s close, I rubbed her skin and it was so hard. It didn’t feel like her, I said “mommy please wake up”. I was in denial, and it wasn’t registering in my mind. I went out to the hallway, I had to get out of there. That night I was scared to sleep I was scared of having a nightmare about the nightmare I was now living. Everybody told me their versions of what happened.