Zayde's Point of View
I slowly make my way towards my parents' house. My mind is a jumble of thoughts.
I showed up at the party last night because I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could fix what I broke between us. That maybe if I saw her and explained, she’d hear me out. But instead, I walked away with her rejection burned into my chest like a brand.
A rejection I know I earned. I sigh, and run a hand down my face before lifting my hand and knocking on the door.
I hear soft footsteps approaching, and soon the door is pulled open by my mother. Her face lights up the moment she sees me, and despite the chaos swirling inside me, I force a smile.
"Hey, Mama."
“Good morning, baby. You look like hell, like you didn't sleep a wink last night.”
She says, brushing my hair back the way
