Angelica woke up to the sound of banging. Cursing to herself she felt like a parent getting up in the middle of the night to attend a screaming baby. Pattering down the hall she stopped
short of her parent’s bedroom. Angie was wearing a wife-beater so she curled a bit in her hands for comfort and peeked in. Bette was stripping the bed of sheets, matress, blankets…
everything and putting them in a big pile. Angelica looked at her watch, it was like 3 in the morning. “mom what are you doing?” Angelica swore Bette jmped 5 feet. Bette glared at her…”dont
ever scare me like that…”   “but what are you doing?”    “cleaning…”  Bette kicked the pile so it was farther away from the bedframe, then she walked past Angelica and opened the
hall pantry where extra blankets and linen were stored. Taking a pillow and blanket Bette walked farther away in the living room, throwing the blanket and pillow on the couch. Angelica
followed her and shook her head. “why did you strip the bed and just left it in a pile?” Bette smoothed the blanket, making it comfortable….”go back to bed Angie”     Angelica put her
hands on her hips and shook her head again…”no, not until you tell me why mom’s stuff is in a pile in that spare bedroom, why is your guys’s bed stripped, i mean are you trying to
get rid of mom forever?”   It was the wrong thing to say and Angelica knew it before the words left her mouth. Bette stiffened then turned around slowly and began to speak. Angelica
realized that it wasn’t her mommy spekaing…it was a sad woman, a grief-striken woman speaking.

 ”you want knwo why did all this well i’ll tell you…everytime i see traces of your mom around the house my heart is ripped from this piece of ***** chest everytime i touch
something your mom loved im reminded that i’ll never ever see her ever again, she’s gone she’s gone she’s never coming back , she’s DEAD…and for the first time i relaly know
what its like to feel lonely cuz she’s not on a trip or out shopping or whatever, she’s all medically cut up and frozen somewhere in a morgue filled with other dead  bodies, i cant
be reminded of that Angie i can’t see my only love’s things around and taste feel smell see REGRET, i regret every second i didnt spend with her every minute and moment cuz
now she’s gone….my heart is broken it’s splintered it’s a ***** fist filled with blood Angie baby can’t you see? her things are killing me cuz she will never touch them again, only
her love left behind keeps me alive and thats enough, no more tears now…go to bed”