When I made it back home, my mother came running up to me. I could hear her speaking, but her words were falling on deaf ears. I wasn't even sure what she was saying anymore. It sounded like she was speaking to me, but I was underwater.
"I'm gonna go to bed," I told her as I started walking towards the door.
"Are you going to be okay?" finally, something made it through the water.
I turned to look at her, tears brimming in my eyes. "I don't know, Mama," I whispered, my voice cracking.
She came over to me again, folding me into her chest as I started crying. I always hated crying, but I seem to be doing it more and more lately. My chest ached as I buried my head in hers, crying for everything that I've lost over the years. I, more than anything, just wanted to escape here and be happy.
