school?"
"Don't you want to hold off for a bit?" he asked. "I thought maybe I could take some time off of work and we could maybe go on vacation."
"Oh, yes!" Isabella cried in happiness. "Let's go to Fiji again!"
Fiji?
"Uh…but I need to make sure that I keep caught up with school. I want to graduate, no matter what."
"But you love Fiji…you may not remember, but you do."
"I'm not doubting my love for Fiji. I'm sure it's just fine." I tried to rein in my irritated tone. They were treating me as though I were ungrateful because I wanted to go to school instead of vacation. Go figure. "I just got home. I just want to start to feel normal in my surroundings again before we go on vacation to get away from it all. Plus, I have therapy every week."
Isabella's eyes settled on mine at that. She seemed to be searching for something. I tried not to supply what she was looking for. "That's fine," she eventually said. "I already called the school and said you would be making your way back at some point soon, so they know to expect you whenever."
"Thank you."
"Don't worry about it." She smiled. "So the sooner you go shopping for some clothes, the sooner you can go back to school."
"Let's go tomorrow," I replied quickly.
Rhett chuckled and exchanged a knowing look with Isabella. "There's our girl."
Little did he know that shopping held nothing for me, but it was the only way I was going to get back to school and out of this house.
Useless Fact Number Nine
When possums are 'playing possum', they aren't actually playing.
They literally pass out from sheer terror.
The next day, we went shopping. Isabella disapproved of every outfit choice, so we settled on a happy medium. She'd go do her own shopping and I'd meet her at the food court in an hour. So that's what we did.
We lugged the bags home, ate some dinner, and I had my session with Mason. She drove me there and even sat in the therapy room for our session, which she'd never done before, so I didn't really get to speak to Mason at all. But we got some more progress as I lifted and did twenty reps with a three pound barbell. It doesn't sound like a huge feat, but for me, it may as well have been the Grand Canyon of feats. Mason grinned with his back to Isabella and was so proud. It made me feel amazing. But though Isabella was happy for me, she couldn't quite grasp the importance of it.
Mason told me to take a long, warm Epsom-salt bath, and that's what I did. I was still sore, but it was amazing how loose I felt afterwards.
That night, I tried to sleep through the anticipation and anxiety of going to school the next day. It was a Friday, no less. So one day of school and then a weekend, so the next Monday was practically going to be just like the first day with that much time to dwell.
The little glowing dragonflies on my ceiling were my only source of comfort. Not only did it remind me of the love my father had for me even when I didn't remember it, but it also reminded me of the hospital, which reminded me of Mason.
As I was falling asleep, I got another text from him.
Tomorrow's the big day, school girl. Go learn something. ;)
I grinned.
That is the plan. Thank you.
Goodnight, Em.
Night, Yoda.
It was amazing how easy it was to fall asleep after that.
"But you always wear your hair up, Emma. I'm just trying to help you."
My exasperated mother didn't understand that I wasn't trying to pretend I was the same old me that I used to be. I wasn't trying to put on a show and play like I was fine or remembering or willing to be the old me so easily. Which was of course what she wanted.
"I hate ponytails. I don't even know why I used to like them."
"I just think it'll be easier for you to get along with your friends and all if you just be the girl that they remember."
I shook my head and caved. "Fine."
She smiled in triumph and set right out to rectify the hair. She gently brushed it out and set it up high. All I could think of was swinging my head and it
"Don't you want to hold off for a bit?" he asked. "I thought maybe I could take some time off of work and we could maybe go on vacation."
"Oh, yes!" Isabella cried in happiness. "Let's go to Fiji again!"
Fiji?
"Uh…but I need to make sure that I keep caught up with school. I want to graduate, no matter what."
"But you love Fiji…you may not remember, but you do."
"I'm not doubting my love for Fiji. I'm sure it's just fine." I tried to rein in my irritated tone. They were treating me as though I were ungrateful because I wanted to go to school instead of vacation. Go figure. "I just got home. I just want to start to feel normal in my surroundings again before we go on vacation to get away from it all. Plus, I have therapy every week."
Isabella's eyes settled on mine at that. She seemed to be searching for something. I tried not to supply what she was looking for. "That's fine," she eventually said. "I already called the school and said you would be making your way back at some point soon, so they know to expect you whenever."
"Thank you."
"Don't worry about it." She smiled. "So the sooner you go shopping for some clothes, the sooner you can go back to school."
"Let's go tomorrow," I replied quickly.
Rhett chuckled and exchanged a knowing look with Isabella. "There's our girl."
Little did he know that shopping held nothing for me, but it was the only way I was going to get back to school and out of this house.
Useless Fact Number Nine
When possums are 'playing possum', they aren't actually playing.
They literally pass out from sheer terror.
The next day, we went shopping. Isabella disapproved of every outfit choice, so we settled on a happy medium. She'd go do her own shopping and I'd meet her at the food court in an hour. So that's what we did.
We lugged the bags home, ate some dinner, and I had my session with Mason. She drove me there and even sat in the therapy room for our session, which she'd never done before, so I didn't really get to speak to Mason at all. But we got some more progress as I lifted and did twenty reps with a three pound barbell. It doesn't sound like a huge feat, but for me, it may as well have been the Grand Canyon of feats. Mason grinned with his back to Isabella and was so proud. It made me feel amazing. But though Isabella was happy for me, she couldn't quite grasp the importance of it.
Mason told me to take a long, warm Epsom-salt bath, and that's what I did. I was still sore, but it was amazing how loose I felt afterwards.
That night, I tried to sleep through the anticipation and anxiety of going to school the next day. It was a Friday, no less. So one day of school and then a weekend, so the next Monday was practically going to be just like the first day with that much time to dwell.
The little glowing dragonflies on my ceiling were my only source of comfort. Not only did it remind me of the love my father had for me even when I didn't remember it, but it also reminded me of the hospital, which reminded me of Mason.
As I was falling asleep, I got another text from him.
Tomorrow's the big day, school girl. Go learn something. ;)
I grinned.
That is the plan. Thank you.
Goodnight, Em.
Night, Yoda.
It was amazing how easy it was to fall asleep after that.
"But you always wear your hair up, Emma. I'm just trying to help you."
My exasperated mother didn't understand that I wasn't trying to pretend I was the same old me that I used to be. I wasn't trying to put on a show and play like I was fine or remembering or willing to be the old me so easily. Which was of course what she wanted.
"I hate ponytails. I don't even know why I used to like them."
"I just think it'll be easier for you to get along with your friends and all if you just be the girl that they remember."
I shook my head and caved. "Fine."
She smiled in triumph and set right out to rectify the hair. She gently brushed it out and set it up high. All I could think of was swinging my head and it
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