Become The Writer

Become The Writer Become Her Again Become The Future Of The Past The challenging obstacle of the day is when I spoke to her again I heard those lies spilling through her teeth as she thinks she has me back again. Well little does she know. What is it that they always say? Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Well mother, dearest, you are thy enemy, so you shall be closer. Lisa (my mother) says on the phone “No, that’s not how it happened that day. Bev got it all wrong. She was not even there.” “That day, your father’s best friend Dan had stopped by. But, first he went over to Beverly’s house with your father’s items. when he had arrived to Beverly’s home, she had told him no. That he would have to deliver them to my home. So he had left her place and headed over to my place. We had just got back into our apartment that we were staying at with your father. He was in jail at the time. We had an early day went for a walk, did some errands and grabbed lunch. We had just stepped back into the house when he came in and I had asked why he didn’t just give them to Beverly. He explained then left. I had taken the bag of items and put it in the closet not knowing what was on it. That door was always harm to open and close, always was getting stuck. I then later on had grabbed something out of that closet and when I did I must have taken it back out. Your sister and you got into them, thought they were candy. When I woke up from my nap to get your sister up she was dead.” The call ended shortly after as Lisa just arrived at one of her clients homes. She is a CNA, currently doing online school work. The traumatic event is holding a heavy weight on my chest. I won’t be able to sleep until I know the real truth of the event. I’ve always felt like it wasn’t right. That I am missing something. I can’t remember I wish I could. The different variations of the story that I’ve heard. It’s always changing. Details. It’s the details. I need to be patient though, I need not to spook her just yet. She can’t know what I’m up to. I have to help my sister. My sister deserves justice. All of my siblings and I deserve the truth. The opening lines - “Become The Writer, Become Her Again, Become The Future Of The Past” will be my manifesto in a bridge between who I was and who I am becoming. There will always be power in my decisions as I reveal the truth of my mother Lisa. Pay attention closely as we find the truth together. But. I still do have questions. As I am sure you do to. Do we have the same?