“Marie! It's dinner time! Would you please come in here! » My mother shouted impatiently from the kitchen. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Why she had to be so loud, I'll never understand. I'm pretty sure even the neighbors could hear my mother sometimes. She wasn't one to be subtle, not even at all. Or maybe she really had no idea that she sounded like a real slut even while calling me from the other room. But nevertheless, she is my mother. I walked as slowly as I could to the other side of where we were staying. My mother and I lived in a small two-bedroom, one-bathroom duplex on the outskirts of the black hole known as Englewood, Florida. God! I hated it here! You were either rich or really poor, it was like this town had no concept of middle class, and you can probably guess at this point which side of the tracks I was on. I don't have many friends, mainly because most of the girls here look similar. Slim, blonde, beach tan, with Hollister branding on everything they own. I was a walking castoff in a sea of ​​clones. A little bigger, dark and pale hair (no matter how much time I spend tanning) and poor. “What’s for dinner, Mom?” My mother gave me THE look. The one I get when I take too long or do something wrong. You know the one with the raised eyebrows, hand on hip, eyes that would make the devil tremble? "Marie! Seriously! For one night, can you pretend to be normal? Dinner is starting to get cold and you can't expect me to wait forever to eat! I have to be at work at ten and I still need to shower and get dressed! Is your son sleeping?" Ah. The daily dialogue I shared with the woman who gave me life. "Yeah, Spencer is finally out for the night. .Sorry to keep you waiting, I'll do the dishes with...... middle of paper ......n looked deep into Mary's green eyes and knew he would never let her go again. didn't know what to say, there in front of me was the reason I was crying, and yet, just by looking at him, I knew everything would be okay. With Jon's help, I got up. trembling. “What are you doing here?” I couldn’t think of anything else to ask the man I loved as he held me close. “Mary, you are all I think about. since we met. There's something about you that I can't get rid of. I feel like we're meant to be together. I would have traveled to the ends of the earth just to see your face again. Jon whispered as he kissed me softly. His words were light in the darkness for me. I was elated, I was relieved, I was healed. It wasn't a dream, I wasn't crazy. I was right and in the end he found me. He looked deep into my soul with his soft blue eyes and I knew he was mine.