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Jacob’s POV
Last night, I fell asleep quickly after the whole dad nostalgia, but today, I don’t have to go to school which I’m thankful about. I picked up my phone and saw some DMs from Jordan and decided to talk to him.
froyomendes: good morning? so how are you this fine morning Jacob?
me: i’m feeling pretty great today, i don’t have to go to school because of my ankle, but i go back tomorrow.
froyomendes: you’re lucky! so how was yesterday?
me: it was amazing. and like at the end of the night, i looked at a photo of my dad and i really miss him tbh. so much.
You might be asking yourselves, “why the hell are you telling someone you only met not even for a week this ,such already?”
Well my answer to that is that he can relate to me. He lost one of his parents just like me, but his life is way worse than mine. But, its always nice when you can find someone to vent to that can somewhat or fully understand your situation.
froyomendes: i know how you feel Jacob, don’t worry. I miss my mom. But it will get better don’t worry! 🙂
me: ew gross.
froyomendes: what, why?
me: the nose. its ugly. you used the wrong face.
me: :D*
froyomendes: goodbye. literally though, i have to go to school, talk to you later yeah?
me: have fun at school!
After sending the message, I locked my phone and put in on my bed table before attempting to change out of my black skinny jeans, which were surprisingly comfortable to sleep in and my legs could still breathe. It was a struggle to put them on due to my cast, so it was even worse to take them off. Good job Jacob.
Once I changed into joggers, which were way more comfortable to move in, I grabbed my phone and put it in my pocket before balancing myself on my crutches and heading into the kitchen. Before I could enter the kitchen through, a plate of food caught my attention. It was a plate of pancakes that my mom made which I gladly took two of them and put them on a plate.
Since I basically have the house all to myself, I decided to lay down in the couch, eat pancakes and watch Ellen, because that is all I ever do to be honest when I’m not on YouTube.
Plus Ellen is a queen so, I’m not complaining.
-=+=-
After three recorded episodes of Ellen, Michele entered my house nonchalantly, interrupting my home alone recovery party to myself.
“Hello hoe, I brought you some polaroid photos you left at my house,” Michele said dropping the photos off on a table, “I smell food.”
“You interrupted my Ellen marathon, thanks for the photos and there are pancakes in the kitchen.” I said focusing my attention back to the television.
“Oh and, I have your boot in my car.” Michele said, returning to the living room with a plate of pancakes.
“I don’t wear boots,” I responded, with confusion in my voice. “And the last time I’ve worn boots was when I was like 5 and went to Alaska for a trip with my family.”
“No, your mom dropped it off at my house. Something about your ankle not being that fractured and you can get the cast off, and replace it with some boot.” Michele responded, eating her pancakes and watching the screen.
“So what you’re saying I could get rid of this annoying cast?”
“Yes.”
“Well what the hell are you waiting for, lets get this death trap off my body.” I responded grabbing my crutches to help me get off the couch.
“Your appointment isn’t for another,” Michele said, pulling out her phone to look at the time. “30 minutes. Yeah, we should go.” Michele said, putting her plate on the table, grabbing her bag and leaving the house. I followed soon after, after making sure I had my phone on me.
-=+=-
“My leg can finally breathe, and I don’t need that damned leg trap anymore.” I said, finally walking normally, other than the boot on my ankle.
“Well, I’m gonna drop you off and I gotta go to work. I called in today because we had the day off school and I could use the money.” Michele said getting into her car.
Because the cast was finally off, I was in such a great mood, so I played music while Michele was driving, and singing obnoxiously louder than normal to celebrate.
Once we reached my house, Michele dropped me off, we exchanged our goodbyes and I went inside to go change because I had plans to do by myself today, something I’ve wanted to do for awhile, and last night made me want to do it even more.
I went into my room and changed into a clean pair of black jeans. I own a lot of black I know. I also decided to grab a grey sweater and put it on. I grabbed my keys before leaving the house, making sure my door was locked.
I took a bus to the stop where I would usually take to work because its basically an area where local shops were. I kept walking until I saw the shop I needed to go to. The florist.
After a bit of walking, which was easier with my ankle boot, I stopped in front of a small but cute shop called The Flower Pot. I entered the store and immediately smelt all the flowers which gave a sweet and pleasant scent. I walked around looking at all the flowers, and not sure which one to buy because all of the options.
“Is there anything I could help you with?” I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around and saw a woman with a sweet smile, which I returned.
“Yeah, do you know which of these flowers can like honor someone who passed away?” I asked shyly, due to the fact that I never was a big fan of talking to strangers.
She gave me a sympathetic smile and nodded. “Follow me.”
She led me to another part of the store before asking another question.
“Is there anyone specific these flowers are for?”
“Yeah, my dad.” I said looking at all the beautiful flowers in front of me.
Her eyes searched the flowers before picking up a bouquet of beautiful white roses.
“These represent respect, love and appreciation to deceased love ones, like your father.” She said holding them in front of me.
“How much are they?” I asked worried about the price.
“They’re on me, I know how it is to lose someone you love.” She said smiling sweetly, holding out the bouquet for me to take, which I reluctantly took.
“Thank you so much, it means so much to me.”
“No problem honey, anything for someone kind like you who wants to honor his father.”
-=+=-
After leaving the shop with the flowers in my hand, I continued walking to reach my destination, the cemetery.
I’ve wanted to do this for awhile, but to be honest, I’ve never had the guts to do it until now. After I talked about it to Shawn, which didn’t really end well, it made me realize how much I miss my dad. Last night, after looking at the photo, that made me realize that I haven’t visited his grave since his passing. After he died, I refused to go and visit his grave because I knew I would have an emotional break down, and his death already put me in a really unstable mindset and I did not want to make it worse or cause any more harm to myself.
But, I think I’ve built the confidence to visit his grave, and “talk” to him. I want to do this as often as I can, because he played a huge part of my life, and today will be the start of this new tradition.
-=+=-
Word Count: 1,341
Updated: 7/17/2016
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