Gift of Life. The art of flirting
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As the beginning of February rolls around; there is still snow on the ground. Nova and I are just getting out of our 3 p.m. class when I was scrolling through Facebook Nova asks, “Did you check out the place?”
As I open the door to exit the technology building I nod referring to Gifting Miracles, I look up giving her a grin. “Yeah. I think I might be a surrogate, I really need the money.”
After I let her exit her and then I follow suit; out of the corner of my right eye I see Nova’s body shivering, the strong winds mixed with the cold air was getting to her. As she begins to whine about how it was never this cold in Sussex I laugh at how she was bundled up in her scarf and gloves. She turns to me, her voice sounding muffled as her face is buried in her hands. “I get it, you better get one of those rich people, I heard they might even let you stay in there place for free.”
I scoff, while placing my phone in the pocket of my coat. “If it happens I better be staying there for free. I am carrying their baby.”
She continues to walk next to me, looping her arm underneath my right arm. “Anyway what else happened?”
I start to explain the conversation I had with the coordinator. “Well they said I needed to fill out an application which I did shortly after talking with the coordinator. She called like two days ago, thankfully I got accepted. Next is the screening, then an interview all of this should take place in spring.”
Her eyes light up as she looks across the campus, my eyes follow hers. I discover a hot chocolate stand and I immediately know why she led me out the door so quickly. “So exciting”
“Exciting? I’m gonna be miserable for 9 months”
“Well exciting for them…but girl just think after this you won’t have I ask your mom for nothing, now you can take of yourself”
Another arm loops around my other arm getting my attention. “Yesenia”
As if we were reading each other’s minds Nova and I rolled our eyes, while both greeting the 5’8 hockey player. “Hey Knoxx”
Knoxx gives me that signature grin, a snaggletooth peeking behind his pink lips. “You wanna come and study with me later?”
I retract my arm away from him as we walk up to the hot chocolate stand. I was currently taking 4 classes none of which he attended. Studying was his way of saying I want you drop those pants in his language. “Slow down cowboy, I thought you were hanging out with Carli tonight”
His thick eyebrows furrow into confusion as if he had no idea what I was talking about. Placing his hands in his dark blue coat his voice is taut, “Who told you that?”
Nova who was behind 2 people spoke up, “All the girls in African American history said you and her were going to sit by the fire at 6.”
Chuckling he focuses his robins egg blue eyes on anything but me. Shrugging he replies, “So what if we are?…I can get back early and spend the rest of the night with you.”
I scoff at his comment while looking at Nova, she’s giving me a thumbs down. Crossing my arms in front of my body I glare at him. “I don’t need Carli’s sloppy seconds Knox.
It was now Nova’s turn to get her desired hot chocolate, she put her order in and was waiting for her hot beverage. She turns her body towards him, letting out a breath. “Knoxx you really need to stick to just one girl”
“Listen Nova I don’t need just one girl, I’m here to help the community with my experience.”
I step closer to Knoxx; making us just inches apart from each other I whisper while lightly touching his jeans. “What experience are we talking about exactly?”
Looking up at the sky he lets out a hearty laugh. Looking directly into my eyes he states in a cocky tone. “You already know what experience I’m talking about Yesenia, so what’s your answer…your room at 7:45?”
In a simple but direct tone I answer him while hitting his arm, “You better wear a condom with her.”
“I always do” he replies, after our short conversation he says he has to go before he’s late to pick up his older brother from work and just like that he’s gone.
Nova while taking a sip of her hot beverage asks, “Why do you two use each other like that?”
My lips twist up and I let out a sigh. “Nova I don’t want to hear it”
“No, I’m going to tell you Yesenia you need to find-”
I interrupt her waving my left hand in the air, “I know I know, a nice guy who will treat me right”
Nova rolls her eyes, “Exactly…so why aren’t you doing it?”
“Because he’s great in bed”
“What I’m serious, that man know how to make a girl scream.”
“Your nasty you know that?”
I check the time, it is now 7:36 p.m. and I know I was late to come over to my mother’s house and clean up for her. Knowing she gets off around 7 p.m. I need to get started.
Just as I was rising up from my seat on the city bus I receive a text from Knoxx.
After our “study session” which lasted longer than usual I knew I was going to spend the night on my mothers couch. My mind is telling me no but my body is reacting differently. Brushing that feeling away I walk off the city bus and make my way to her front door, putting the key in the lock I unlock the door and slowly open it.
Looking around the small apartment I see her shoes by the door but I don’t see her, she’s probably taking her bath. So instead of interrupting I decide to set my coat on the nearby coat rack and begin to start the cleaning process of my mothers 1 bedroom apartment.
As I’m cleaning I remember the memories of her waking me out of my sleep on a Sunday morning with Salsipuedes playing loud like we didn’t have neighbors right next to us.
After about 15 minutes of cleaning the living room which consisted of vacuuming, dusting, I even wiped off the clock that was on the wall. I begin to make my way over to the kitchen, I immediately go to the oven and take out the various pots and pans that lay in the small convection oven and place them on the nearby counter top.
After I get all of the kitchen cookware in their correct places, I bend down near the stove to start cleaning when I hear my mother’s voice behind me.
“Que demonios” (what the hell) I feel my mother walk closer to me, turning my head I see her seamed face with her large nose flared, her thick dark brown eyes arched upwards as her lips frowned.
“Que” (What) I answer, my eyes shifting back and forth from the living room and back to her.
Rolling her eyes she turns her head the other way looking away from me, she suppresses her anger with a huff. Placing her hand on my shoulder, “Why do you clean up for me some days of the week when you know I can clean for myself? It’s what I do mija.”
“Mom I know you’re tired when you come home…besides I want to help you like you’ve helped me”
She chuckles, “I’m your mother it’s my job to help you…or else CPS would’ve got involved a long time ago.”
She clicks her tongue, moving quickly to gather the pots and pans. “¿Por qué mueves mis ollas y sartenes?” (Why are you moving my pots and pans?)
“You didn’t clean the living room right either” she ranted as she points to the coffee table which had a small piece of dust on it.
My mouth ajar at her comment, I rise up from my bended position placing the sponge in the sink I exclaimed. “I cleaned it exactly how you showed me!”
Her eyes slowly lift up towards me face, “Are you getting loud with me?”
Met with nothing but silence on her end, her eyes shooting daggers my way I stand there with my mouth shut and my eyes focused on her.
I see her walk to the sink, “Let me clean, I can clean my own place” getting ready to start on the dishes she loses her balance and bumps into the counter.
I rush over to her placing my hand on her arm, she winces in pain as she quickly retracts her arm from my hand, “Don’t touch…I’m fine”
Her job working as a housekeeper for this rich family is taking a toll on her body, everyday for the past 3 months she has come home tired, aching and she can barely cook dinner for herself. It angers me to see my mother in so much pain but she just takes it as working hard but I’m seeing it as nearly killing herself for a paycheck.
She has now started to wash the dishes, she has a cup in her hand and she is running it over the water.
Kissing my teeth with a frown etched on my face I walk up to her taking the sponge out her hand, “Your tired mom please go sit down”
She tries to grab the sponge from me, “Pero-” (but)
I give her a stern look while bumping my hip to hers, motioning her to move away from the sink, “Ve y siéntate” (go and sit down)
As I’m putting up the clean towels and washcloths that I had folded; I rest on the couch near my mother.
Placing my head on her shoulder, I breath in the faint smell of lavender on her skin as she places her arm around me.
“Whats going on?” She asks with her eyes closed.
Kissing her teeth she asks again, “With you Yesenia? Your schooling”
Grabbing a nearby pillow I start to meddle with the beading, “Don’t worry about it mom”
I look over at her waiting for a reaction, she opens her eyes and her eyebrows draw together, “Don’t worry? My daughter is now attending college and might not graduate and you want me to be fine with it?”
In the back of my mind I was freaking out because I don’t know if the surrogate agency is going to place me with a family who can pay me the money I’m needing to pay off my schooling. Lying to her and to myself I look into her eyes seeing the bags underneath; I take her hands into mine. Giving her a faint smile,“Yes it’s all under control.”
Shushing her I lead her over to her bedroom, as she sits down on her very old queen sized mattress I start to lift her feet up to place them under the covers. I quietly say to her, “Your always taking the weight of the world on your shoulders” As she gets comfortable in her current position, I place a kiss on her forehead and walk over to the entryway, turning my head to see her one last before I leave the room.
“Not this time” I whisper, flicking the light off I close the door and let my mother get the rest she deserves.
