After taking my breakfast, I decided to prepare for work. Since Aunt Vicky was back, I needed to start going to work. Frank really did a lot for me, the break, the time, the money, the love, the care, the... everything! I knew I wouldn't be able to pay him back the fact that I had nothing to pay him back with. However, I would try my utmost best to see that I keep showing him love. That way, at least he would be happy and his happiness was all I wanted. Just like he had been making me happy, I ought to make him happy as well.
However, as soon as I was fully prepared and went to Aunt Vicky to tell her I was going to work, she implored me not to. That I she relied on me to help her with walking around as she was still yet to redeem her walking ability, her legs were still somewhat weak. Yes, not that strong. It would be better if she used walking stick for a while or wheelchair, but she rejected all that and now she was relying on people to help her in moving around. I didn't really like the idea of spending more days at home despite the fact she was back home and I had promised Frank I would return to work as soon as she got discharged and return home.
However, with the day way she was adamant about ME adding more days at home, I guess I would have to break my promise. She kept imploring me seeing how unhappy I was. She even told me the reason why she asked me to stay when Jessica was around and available. According to her, Jessica had shown how uninterested she was in helping her around. She made it clear to her that if she can't get a wheelchair and a walking stick or something to help her with walking, she wouldn't be able to be her helper. I was so surprised to hear that, why would she say such a thing to her mother? Where was the daughter stroke mother love? Now she was counting on me to help her, what if I wasn't around? What if I had relocated or what if my parents never had and accident or were still alive and I was still living at Vincity with them? Would she then hire someone to come and be helping her? Or would she opt for wheelchair and, or staffs to assist or help her in walking? Why didn't she even like the idea of having a wheelchair or walking stick? Was it because she didn't want people to view her someone like a cripple?
Well, who would even do that, the fact that she would be staying at home and wouldn't be going outside the house? I think with the wheelchair she would only be needing little help while with the walking stick she would need little to no help. But now, she would be dependent to people. Me in particular, the fact that she couldn't walk well. She could manage to go to the bathroom and move around her room while using the wall and sturdy things in her surrounding for help but doing that outside her room would be dangerous. She might end up wounding herself by falling to the ground, and if that happens the consequences could be severe. She might end up with a broken bone, multiple fractures, or even hit her head on the wall and return back to coma. And this time around, she might not be able to survive it. I thought deeply to myself, after which I decided to agree to help her. However, I told her I wasn't happy with Jessica the fact that she didn't want to help her mother.
Saying that made her to nearly burst into tears, I had to calm her down. She told me she had done a lot for the naive girl, and that include sacrifices. She would sacrifice her happiness for her and would often make sure she fulfill her wishes and desire. But Jessica was yet to repay quarter of what she did to her. Sometimes she would thought about confronting her or stop caring for her, but then she would remember the promise she made her father. That she would take good care of her against all odds, even if it means taking a bullet for her dying on her behalf. Well, that was something any mother would wish to do not even for promise's sake but for the natural love that is placed between both mother and her child(ren). When my parents were alive, they had made so many sacrifices for me. They cared for me a lot and had showed great love for me. I had also showed them respect and had tried all my best to not do what they hated and to do what they liked. I would emulate the good things they do, and would be happy when they hail me for whatever hard-work I do.
We really lived a happy life, not the perfect life people see in movies though. It wasn't a perfect life but we were so happy together. Even though I didn't have a sibling or siblings to play with, I was contented. Although if I had siblings, I would have been more happier than I used. At least someone to play around with while at home. And talking about wanting to have siblings, Jessica never showed interest in having one. Or so I thought. She preferred to be alone and to always put her mother into different kind of situations. That includes, disobeying her and making her feel less of herself. She really thought without her, her mother would not survive as if she was alive throughout her mother's childhood and early marriage stage when she wasn't conceived yet let alone given birth to. But I guess, she only thought about that because she was the only child. If she had siblings, rivalry wouldn't let her to think about that. Not even a bit, the fact that her mother could easily forget her and show more love and concern on her siblings.
After having talked with Aunt Vicky for a while, I decided to return back to my room. I sat on my bed and drew my knees to my chest while leaning my back on the bed's headrest. My mind was filled with different thoughts, the fact that I agreed to be her helper that means I would have to stay at home for a while without going back to work. Judging from the way she used to walk, I guess it would take like a week or a week and half for her to finally get back to her feet and start walking around by herself. Would Frank agree to that? I couldn't stop thinking, hence I decided to call and talk to him. Hopefully, as soon as I called he took the call. However, the sad fact was immediately after greetings he told me he was busy and would call me later. He promised to call me later really and I ought to be okay by that, after all if he wasn't busy he would have talked to me.
But I wasn't okay, I wanted us to have the conversation now in order to resolve the case. Sadly, there was nothing I could do about it. I would just have to wait for him to call me later when he's less busy. I thought to myself as I laid out a sigh. Just then I heard the croon of a siren, which was similar to that of a patrol vehicle. Lorraine used to pay us visit, even the prior she was around but I noticed one thing when she was coming she didn't used to turn her siren on. By the way, wasn't the siren meant for awareness? Like to tell the public something is going on and the police are on it, or a crime is taking place and the police's attention had been drawn to it? I guess that was just it, although the also used to turn it on whenever they want to make arrests not necessarily in a crime scene. And judging from what happened yesterday, I was wondering if they came to arrest some people... probably those related to the crime or if they came to take care of some illegal activities around.
I swiftly looked outside through the glasses of my own window but couldn't see anything more than the roof of houses on one direction as my window wasn't facing the streets. It was facing the backyards of some houses at the back of our house which were facing the other street. That was usually how the people in the county used to build their homes, so different from the ones in the city or town which were more of apartment buildings or storey buildings. When I was in Vincity living with my parents, my room had a window and the window had a balcony. Whenever I felt the need to look outside for people or other things, I would go there and start looking around. I had no problem with people spotting me as the building was tall and our apartment was high. My mom used to say when I was a baby I used to crawl there. That's to the barricades surrounding the balcony, the edge was high and I could only look through the glasses fixed around it.
Seeing that I could not jump off it willingly or unwillingly as doing that was obviously impossible, my parents allowed me everyday to be going there to play with my toys. I had dulls when I was a child, as well as legos and small toy cars. I would play with them until I was tired, then I would lay and sleeo there in the balcony. Miraculously, when I wake up later I will find myself in my crib. It is supposed to be fascinating the fact that I didn't have magic to teleport from one place to another, but I didn't really used to mind. After all, it had been that say since the day I came into the world, right? Well, that was what I must have thought when I was a child. But believe you me, if it happens now I would be devastated because I had no one to carry me from one place to another. Except perhaps Frank, but that would definitely he after our wedding. Having said that, childhood was really amazing and I loved that balcony a lot.
I grew up loving it, and the view outside. I grew up to not have the phobia for height although not all the time as some situation can make you fear for your life. But if it is promising, I wouldn't really mind. I would go as far as I could without any fear knowing fully I would be safe and nothing would happen to me. I used to hear about children nearly falling down the stairs and adults falling off balconies and getting injured. I didn't really know how true was all that until I eventually realize it could happen to people that have walking problem or are healing from illness like Aunt Vicky at the moment. Also, curious kids that wanted to explore more bite more than they could chew.
And last, people that aren't in their right senses... like being drunk or in a state of intoxication, or while high on drugs. As well as losing one's mind as in madness. In that case, it could be easy for a person to fall off balconies on their own. Perhaps if there hadn't been such barricades in buildings around the city there would have been many deaths regarding fall offs. If I was opportuned to one day live in a big house with balconies, I would emulate the city's way of fixing barricades to protect children and even adults.
