I remembered what I was going to say. And it makes me sorrowful. Nothing bad happened. Everybody's still alive, cousin Gina is still gettind married, meaning I still get new fancy clothes XD. (PS) The links I put of clothingwise don't lead necessarily to the right stuff, so just type in the style number or something if you haven't stared at them enough. But still.
Yesterday, I came home from school and shit was normal. I sauntered up to my room with my damn heavy backpack on. Julia wasn't in her crib, but I didn't expect her to be. Normally, she's at the park with her mother or playing or doing something other than sit around and wait for me to come home. Because babies aren't like little things that can just sit and wait.
So I come home and I decide to see if Julia's around the house or at the park. But then she comes crawling/walking up behind me and she says "Lillia!" (In that baby way of hers). So I'm like wtf?? Because her mother's smart enough not to let her wander alone because she could fall down the stairs and die or maybe impale herself on the sharp edge of a bookshelf or swallow something and choke. There are countless possibilities.
I pick her up and cuddle her and talk to her for about a minute, she touched my nose and said "nos!" and then the poked my eye and said "iya!", but then I decide to figure out where her momma is. I walk around calling "Katherine? Kathy!! Is anybody home?? Kathy!!??!?!" And I don't hear a response to I'm like, "Jules, do you know where MOMMA is? MOMMA?" Because she knows the word "momma" and I thought maybe if she heard the word, she'd take me to Kathy. So, baby wriggles in my arms to get onto the floor. Clearly, she knew what I meant. She starts crawling towards the stairs, so I carry her up them, and put her down again at the top. "Momma," I say to her again. She crawls towards the bath room. The door is closed, which is odd, so I knock.
Lo and behold, Kathy is in there. She's crying. I try to comfort her, or to get her to tell me why she was crying. Finally, she said, "It the house. Your house is so solid, so nice, so fancy. And I think back on my house...." she trails off. Then she looks at me, pain searing in her eyes and shouts, "EVERYTHING'S GONE. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT IN NEW ORLEANS. MY WEDDING PICTURES ARE SHREDDED FROM THE RAIN. THE ROOF THAT ONCE STOOD OVER MY HEAD WAS COVERED IN WATER MINUTES AFTER THEY HELICOPTERED US OFF OF IT. Damn it, Lillia, I WANT HOME BACK."
I kissed her on the cheek, picked up Julia, and hoped that baby's minds don't remember their first year.
That's what happened yesterday.
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