Walking down the stairs on Saturday morning, a rush of sweet cinnamon smell hit my nose. It reminded me of when Adam first took me to the log cabin. A warm feeling came over me as I walked by and
saw that he was still on the couch sound asleep. I walked into the kitchen where the smell was coming from and my mom was putting snickerdoodles into a large container.
"Good morning, sweetie," she said as I slowly walked to the fridge.
"Morning," I say as I pull out a small carton of orange juice and poured it into a silver cup. "Are you going somewhere?" I asked as she put the lid on the container.
"Yes, I'm going to see Cheryll. She was pretty upset at work yesterday," she said.
"You're so nice, mom," I said as I walked over and gave her a hug.
"You're following in my footsteps, dear," she said as she jestured toward the living room.
"It's just for the weekend, mom," I assured her.
"It's alright. When I was your age, I was always finding ways to help my troubled friends. But, sooner or later, they had to learn to fight their own battles," she winked. I dropped my arms from around her and it felt like my heart dropped a thousand miles.
"But mom-" I was cut off by the radio being turned on on the counter. She looked at me as if to say "You know what I mean."
Stephanie ran into the kitchen, her little feet slapping the hard tiles. I looked at her, dragging her little teddy bear along with her, run into my arms.
"Good morning, Steph," I said as I scooped her up into my arms.
"Morning mommy," she said excitedely.
"So how is he?" My mom asked.
"I'm not really sure. He didn't tell me and I didn't want to force him to tell me. I didn't want him to feel even more upset than he already was," I said.
"Maybe you should talk to him today and see if he'll tell you what's up," she said. I nodded my head and took Stephanie out of the kitchen.
"Do you want to go to the park, Steph?" I asked quietly on our way up the stairs. She nodded her head and we went into my room to get ready.
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