Chapter 6: It was like I was an expert in the art of crying
I looked at the outstretched hand before me and brought out my own and placed it in the girl's hands.
" Hi I'm Billie "
She gave me a smile, took back her hand and walked towards her Rosie and hugged her
" Gramsi I've missed you "
"hmmm....", replied Rosie with a grim frown.
" What's wrong Gramsi," said Tamika as she looked at the expression on Rosie's face
" Oh, nothing dear granddaughter" Rosie replied in a voice that was way different from the soothing voice she comforted me with just some minutes ago.
Tamika laughed a loud bellowing laugh
I was surprised that such a sound could come from such a small body
"Granddaughter that's a new one, If I'm not mistaken I think you're mad at me "
" WHAT DO YOU THINK!"
Wow Rosie was really mad
" YOU CAME AND DROPPED A GIRL YOU FOUND IN THE WOODS AND LEFT HER FOR ME TO TAKE CARE OF, THEN YOU LEAVE AND SAY YOU'RE COMING BACK IN TWO DAYS AND WHEN I'M ABOUT TO REACT YOU JUST LEAVE AND NOW YOU COME BACK AND EXPECT ME TO WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS! "
" ...but Gram—"
" No BUTS"
With that, Rosie stomped out of the room
What was that?
I never knew such a sweet old woman like Rosie could get as mad as this
As I was deep in thought out of the corner of my eyes I noticed Tamika sitting on the chair Rosie just rose up from. She was looking at the floor like she wanted it to open and engulf her. Suddenly A tear trickled down her dark chocolate skin at first it was one then slowly more poured down. it first started out as small quiet sobs then it grows louder and more intense. Her shoulders were shaking.
When I and mother went to the theatres to watch a film we would almost always see a movie that included the person crying because of one thing or the other I noticed one thing. They never truly cried. From what I have seen when someone cries it's not pretty. Like when mother cried after fighting with father. Her eyes would swell and turn red. Crying made you feel like in the moment you we're unable to speak, unable to breathe, nothing. The world around becomes a blur of colour that melts to gray.
The weight in your chest and locks in your throat. The pain in the back of the mind comes forward by the slightest reminder. A small token of sorrow and misery. Of course, we can't forget the tears. Small crystal beads that trail down the cheeks to the neck, and the chest. Only to melt into the cloth they wore or to fall off their pouting lip. At least that's how I thought of crying.after all I have experienced it multiple times. Crying was my go-to a drug to let all my pain flow away.
Tamika was crying that type of crying.
Her grandmother just yelled at her why was she crying like she lost Rosie forever
What was there to cry about she had Rosie while I a newly self-proclaimed orphan could never have a chance to see my mother again.
Suddenly I was mad
Tamika shouldn't be sitting here crying she should be apologizing to Rosie. Even though this fight was mainly about me and a tiny part of me was hurt I couldn't let them be mad at each other because of me. Rosie had a right to be angry at Tamika I would be too if I was in Rosie's place.
" Tamika..."