Day 2

 "Sorry, Bell".

I was riding my bike in the middle of the street one quiet, sunny afternoon and I heard my mother's laugh so loud and clear outside. The front door was closed, as were all the street-facing windows.

I've heard my mother scream our names throughout the house - mine, my brothers, anyone who was a frequent visitor to our home.

I've heard her debate her brothers, her sisters, anybody loud and clear, just as bold as you please.

But she apologized to me that day. Her voice is soft, Her face crumples. She looks like she wants to cry, she feels like she wants to cry.

I can't feel so bad.

She wanted to feel my pain for me, with me.

I just wanted to be alone. I wanted to process it on my own.

So I went to my room and laid on my bed.

She didn't follow me. She left me alone. Thamks Mom.

I accept your apology.