Getting Closer
Eighteen: Ilaria
After closing the bathroom door, I once again lean against it and just let my mind wonder. It wonders to my mother, my real mother before she died. I feel my eyes tear up as memory after memory of her comes to me. How she was so kind and soft, never raising her voice to anyone. Not even me when I had tried doing laundry for her. Gosh I must have only been five or six. Thinking that she would be so happy with me. I did what I remember seeing her do. Not knowing that bleach only goes in with the whites. Normal people would yell and scream since I had put my father’s business suits in the wash. All she did was chuckle at me and that is when she started showing me how to do household chores the proper way.
Just thinking of my mother brings a smile to my face
