Ahead
It’s hard to stare in the mirror without thinking that today is the day that I would have to
say goodbye. My eyes still have the
remnants of last night’s tears. I leave out a sigh and plastered on some makeup.
Today, I would have to say goodbye to people who’ve mattered and maybe even
spare a glance to that one bully I
had in 3rd grade... That is if I see him.
I head down the stairs, putting on my joker’s mask, greeting
everyone a sweet good morning. It would seem like my parents were wearing the
same mask as I did. Mom was fixing up a batch of potato hash, Dad kept staring
at the same page of the newspaper,
while I sipped at the sweet, creamy coffee.
This will be my last cup.
