Cleo once told me he wanted to try sailing too. He saw it in the cartoon and said he wanted to fly over the sea. Said he would wear his “pirate socks.”
a sickly kid. Said he’d get blown off the rope. But now Jude gets to go
Torren laughed and said no. Said it was too risky for a sickly kid. S parasailing. And Cleo doesn’t even get a birthday.
I stayed there until I heard the gate beep. Then the door opened. Footsteps. The help led them in like royalty.
Torren’s parents.”
I stood near the hallway as they entered. They didn’t smile.
His mother barely glanced at me before wrinkling her nose. “Where’s your frail little boy?” she asked. “Dead or still breathing?” My lips parted.
But before I could answer, his father spoke over me. “Never mind that. How’s Jude? We heard Ruby might be expecting again. Is it true?”
I stood there. Still. Quiet. Trying not to crack.!!
“She brings light into Torren’s life,” his mother went on. “She doesn’t make scenes. Always so composed. So pleasant. Unlike
some women.”
I just lowered my gaze.8
Then his father said, “Go help the chef, But first serve us tea. And tell Torren we expect him next week for our anniversary. You can come too. Bring your sick child if you want.”
My fingers curled into my skirt.
But I nodded. “Of course.“I
I went to the kitchen. Told the chef they wanted jasmine. Set the tray myself and brought it out like I had no pride left to lose. My smile was steady. Polished Porcelain… but Inside, I was screaming.
I moved to set the cups on the table. My hand slipped. One of them shattered against the floor. The porcelain splintered like it had been waiting.E
His mother gasped. Then glared.
“You’ve always been clumsy!” she said sharply. “God help you, girl. You still don’t know how to carry tea?”
I looked at the broken shards, then straightened up.
“Forgive me,” I said. Not for the cup. Not even for now. I was apologizing for who I used to be. The girl who begged them to love her. The one who thought she had to earn a place at their table.
That girl is dead now, just like my son.
-8
They didn’t stay to eat.)
Torren’s parents both stood up with looks of quiet disgust, like the tea had insulted them personally.
His mother placed her cup down with a little clink. Her face twisted.
“This is bitter, she muttered under her breath. “Even something as simple as tea.. you can’t get right. Bitter! Like your life.” She adjusted her gloves at the door. Smooth, slow movements. Her voice was cold and careful when she spoke again.!!
“I’ll be sure to tell Torren how clumsy you’ve become. You’re falling apart, dear. Maybe this time, he’ll finally see it and leave for good. I’ve told him for years. You don’t belong in our life. You were never worth the trouble.”
I just looked at her.
I didn’t nod, I didn’t speak. I just stood there, holding the edge of the table with my fingers curled under. Like if I held on tight enough, maybe the words wouldn’t cut so deep.
She turned without waiting for a reply.
No thank you. No goodbye.
The front door opened. Closed. A few seconds later, the soft screech of tires pulled down the driveway. Then nothing. Just the quiet again. That same silence that lived in every room of this glass house.ll
I took a breath then I turned to the maid.
“You don’t have to prepare lunch, I said quietly. They’re gone.”
She nodded. I went upstairs. Slow. One step at a time. My legs were heavy, like my body wasn’t mine anymore.!! Halfway up, I heard them.
Whispers. Soft and quick. Coming from the kitchen downstairs.
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Whispers. Soft and quick. Coming from the kitchen downstairs.
“She didn’t even cry when they left, one said.
“I think that little boy… Cleo, I think he’s dead. I saw the um in her room.”
“Too bad. Mr. Torren only talks about Jude now.”
“He brings Ruby flowers. Hasn’t even visited Cleo’s grave. I doubt he knows.”
“Even if he does, he doesn’t care. Cleo was different. Gentle. Kind. He never stood a chance.”
“She used to be the lady of the house. Now look at her. Just surviving.”
1 kept walking.E
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t call out their names or tell them to shut up. I didn’t defend myself. Maybe they weren’t even wrong.
I reached my room and closed the door behind me.
Then my phone started ringing. Torren’s name lit up the screen.
It rang once. Twice. I stared at it until it stopped.
He didn’t leave a voicemail. No message.
I stood there for a while, letting the silence come back.
Then I changed clothes.
I wore the soft blue dress Cleo liked. The one with little white clouds. He used to say it looked like the sky. Said it made me look like the kind of mom in storybooks. The safe kind. The happy kind
I picked up his urn.
held it in both arms like I was carrying him again. It was warm from the sunlight slipping through the curtains..
I left the house without telling anyone.
I went to Ocean Park.
It was where Cleo always wanted to go for his birthday. He used to beg me every year. Just once, Mama. I wanna see the dolphins. I’ll be good, I promise.”
But Torren said no. Always no. Said the sun would be too harsh. Said Cleo would catch something from the crowd. Said it was too risky for a frail kid.
So we never went.
Until now.8
I bought one ticket. But I paid for two seats. One for me. One for him.
We watched the dolphin show together. I lit a candle by the railing. Let the flame dance against the wind, even though it almost blew out a few times. I talked to him. I told him how proud I was. Told him how much I missed him. I even laughed a little. Just once. The sound startled me.
The people around probably thought I was crazy. Sitting there whispering to a small pink umn like it could talk back.
I didn’t care.%
This day wasn’t for them… It was for Cleo.!!
I looked up at the sky. Watched the sun flicker through the clouds.
“Happy birthday, baby, I said, my voice barely holding together. The tears came, but I wiped them away.!!
I didn’t want to cry too much. Not today because this day was still his. All his.
