Aspire Magazine: Inspiration for a Woman's Soul.(TM) Oct/Nov 2018 Aspire Mag Full Issue - Page 37

“Hello,” he said, listening to the voice on the other end. “Yes, she’s here.” He replaced the receiver and looked at me. “Your mother is in the office to take you to your dentist appointment.” Confused, I gathered my books and headed to the school office. It couldn’t be my mother; she was in Florida. I didn’t correct Mr. Kulick because I didn’t ever draw attention to the fact that I was motherless. My grandmother hadn’t mentioned an appointment, or, if she had, I’d forgotten. To my shock, it was my mother in the office. She stood on one side of a high counter, chatting with the school secretary seated behind it. My heart thum-thumped. “Mom?” My voice came out in a squeak. My mother moved like lightning, grabbing my arm and pushing me toward the exit. “We’re going to be late. Hurry!” My mind raced with questions. Why had my mother come to school? Did my dad know she was here? Could she take me? Silently, I slid into a rental car. I’d barely closed the door when she accelerated and raced out of the school lot. When we arrived at the elementary school that my brother attended, my mother finally spoke, “Wait here. I’ll get Johnny.” Shortly, she returned, gripping his arm as she’d done CONFUSED, I GATHERED MY BOOKS AND HEADED TO THE SCHOOL OFFICE. IT COULDN’T BE MY MOTHER; SHE WAS IN FLORIDA. I DIDN’T CORRECT MR. KULICK BECAUSE I DIDN’T EVER DRAW ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT I WAS MOTHERLESS. I sat in Mr. Kulick’s algebra class, struggling to understand the formula scrawled on the blackboard. The black phone hanging on the wall rang, interrupting my teacher’s instruction. A look of annoyance creased his face. mine and steering him toward me. “I’m taking you to live with me in Florida.” Johnny wrenched his thin arm away from her. “No! I don’t want to go.” He looked at me, his blue eyes flashing unasked questions. He spun on his heels and scampered back to the building. My mother paused for a beat, shocked by my brother’s refusal. By the time he reached the school entrance, she had gunned the engine and sped away, driving pell-mell toward the Philadelphia Airport. As she maneuvered the car down I-95, she chattered away. “I have an apartment. There’s only one bedroom, but we’ll move to a larger place so you can have your own room. Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping to get you some clothes and get you registered at the local school.” I sat in silence, worrying the fraying cloth on my three-ring binder. Did I want to go back to Florida? Would my dad and 37