Seven

It has been days since she had opened the door to that dark place in her mind. Not having intentions of opening it, she is surprised to feel a burden as heavy as lead in her heart as she wakes up at 0630 in the morning.
Getting ready proves to be a tenuous task and as she sits waiting for her ride to work, she feels dampness on her cheeks from unwelcome tears. She angrily wipes them away and chides herself for her petulant mood and tries to control the now flooding tears. It is hard, she realizes, as tears flow uncontrollably and her whole body begins to shake in heart wrenching sobs.
Sister dearest limps down the stairs and barely looks at her as she lowers her now heavy body onto the next couch. She mumbles something about being fed up.
With puffy eyes she looks up from her crying but says nothing. In her hear she aches and says "I can't do much, baby. You love him."

She looks at her watch and wonders why the ride is late today. Anger boils from deep inside her for reasons she cannot fathom. She gets up and opens the front door. She walks outside and stands in the chilly weather thinking of how her superiors are going to eat her ass for being late. Her phone rings. Its mom.

She answers on the fourth ring trying futilely to stop the huge lump clogging her throat. Mom says "momma missing baby. I just want to know how you are doing"

She gives up holding it in. she cries. She says,” baby misses momma too. I love you" and hangs up.

Mom tries to call back but she does not answer. She goes back inside and into the bathroom and for ten minutes pain as sharp as a dagger twists itself inside her. And the day begins as the doors she has tried so hard to keep shut open wide. It has begun....

GOODMORNING.