The grieve
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I peeled my eyes open to find myself on the bed. My neck and every other part of my body ached from my bad sleeping posture.
My eyes felt swollen and I cringed at how scary I must look.
I sat up carefully, letting out soft groans and gasps.
I struggled to stand on my own without support and was failing terribly. I was only seconds from pulling at my own hair from frustration when the door clicked open to reveal Mrs. Taylor.
Her worried eyes went over my form and cautiously she walked further into the room.
“You shouldn't be doing that ma'am.” She said softly, moving to hold onto my arm to support my weight.
“Giselle.” My voice came out rough and hoarse from al the crying last night.
“What?” She looked up at me.
“My name is Giselle.” I corrected her, being called ma'am made me uncomfortable.
She nodded quietly at me. “Want to take a shower?” I nodded thankfully at her.
She helped me to the luxury looking bathroom. I’d never seen anything look so expensive that I was afraid to touch anything in here.
Mrs. Taylor helped me into the bathtub and in a sitting position.
“I'll wait for you outside. Call for me and I'd be back to help you out.” I chewed at my bottom lip.
I wasn't comfortable with needing help. it made my skin itch and even more so than I had no choice about it.
I nodded at her. She turned to leave but then she paused at the door. She turned back to face me and came forward.
“I had a girl, My sweet Dahlia. I lost her when she was fifteen.” She swallowed, turning the water in the tub on.
“The grieve of losing a child. It never really goes away but knowing they'll always be here, right here in our hearts.” she pointed to the spot between my chest.
“It's never easy but we have to keep moving on. Their deaths don't end with their bodies gone, their souls remain with us.” In that split moment I felt something. Someone who understood my pain.
“I'm sorry about your girl.” I told her, my voice shaky.
“I'm sorry about your baby.” She said in return and I nodded.
“Thank you.” I whispered, trying my best to convey how much her words just now meant to me.
She nodded and then she stood slowly. Walking out of the room.
That familiar pain crawled in my bones like a thousand needles were being pierced into my soul.
I stared blankly at the wall, I didn't have any more tears to shed so I focused at doing one task at a time.
I washed all the dirt and filth of the last days from my body. I scrubbed until my body ached from the effort.
I called for Mrs. Taylor and she helped me to the room, helped me get into new clothes that wasn't mine.
I was almost dressed up when a blur of Lynnie burst into the room. Her hair tied up in piggy tails, clad in a bright blue dress.
She bobbed up to me, sinking her face into my legs so excitedly. If it wasn't for Mrs. Taylor holding onto to my arm, I would have been knocked off my feet by a seven year old.
My hands swiftly moved to gently hold on the back of her head.
She pushed back and those innocent, gorgeous eyes of hers looked up at me with a wide smile.
“I missed you.” She said making my heart melt. A smile from no where made it's way to my once stiff face.
“You saw me last night.” I smiled softly at her.
She scrunched up her face even further. “I wanted to come spend the night here with you but daddy wouldn't let me.” She pouted like her feelings were greatly hurt from her father's rejection to her request.
With Mrs. Taylor's help, I sat down on the bed, happy I was closer to her height now.
I didn't know what came over me. I placed a kiss to her cheek to erase the frown on her face and she let out a pleased giggle.
“I'm sure your daddy just wanted you to rest up properly.” It was the only thing I could come up with.
She shrugged. “I spent the night with daddy's. We watched my favorite TV show.” I blinked at her.
“Your daddy watches—TV?” She nodded at me. “We watched Moana last night and ate cookies.” She giggled like she just let me in on their secret.
I tried to picture her father, with tuat muscles and a cold look on his face, cuddling up in a child's pink bed, watching Moana.
“Come with me please. Nana wants to meet my new friend.” my brows creased and I looked towards Mrs. Taylor.
“Who's Nana?” I asked her quietly.
“Mr. Romero's mother.” My heart slammed in my chest.
Dear Lord.
My eyes moved to a very energetic Lynnie’s as she watched me expectantly.
I didn't even think I had a choice in the matter.
In a time that felt too fast, Mrs. Taylor already helped me down the stairs. Little Lynnie clinging to me like second skin.
I liked having her around so much. She brought me so much comfort and took away my pain every second she was near.
I was beginning to grow afraid of when we'd have to eventually part.
I was certain her father was only waiting for me to heal. Even his patience was held by the strings of his child.
A very beautiful woman stood by the dinning table. She looked like she was only in her mid fifties. She was dressed up like an actual aristocrat. All prim and proper, no hair out of place. She had a straight face on as she sorted out spread out dishes on the table.
“Nana.” Lynnie squealed and a sudden grin curled up on her face like hearing her grandchild's voice just won her a lottery.
Lynnie finally left my side, running towards the older woman.
“No running young lady.” She scolded but her face still held that smile that could sway even the devil.
She picked Lynnie up and that her eyes snapped to mine.
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