Family Bible

I’m startled awake by my cellphone. At first I am a little disoriented. I don’t remember laying down, and I’m not sure if it’s morning or afternoon. When I pick up my phone, I see that Alex is calling, so I pick.

“Yeah,” my voice is a little raspy from sleep.

“Hey, girl, how are you?”

The question brings a new flood of emotion that I desperately try to hold back.

“I sent you a text this morning when you didn’t come to school.” It sounds more like a question than a statement.

“Yeah, I was outside. I didn’t have my phone.”

“How’s your grandmother?”

She has torn away the bandage and exposed the raw emotion again. Between sobs I tell her that mima is gone.
“Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry.”

I can’t respond and she waits patiently on the other end of the call, until the swell of emotion subsides a little.

“I’ll come by when school is over. Do you need anything?”

“I need to know what I missed in class.”

I hear a sympathetic laugh, “Ok, Ok Amber. I will take care of that. But don’t worry, I am sure everyone is going to cut you some slack. Let’s just focus on you right now, ok?”

“Yeah.”

I set my phone down and just lay in bed for a while, pulling the blankets tight around my body. It feels safe and secure, like the hug I so desperately crave, without the suffocating attention of an actual human being. There really was something wrong with me. The tears prick at my eyes again, and this time I just let them go. What could I do? I couldn’t hold them back forever.

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