Sandwich: A Narrative Fiction

Zoee and I walk through the pathways of the mall to the food court. Sitting down, my heels are able to breathe, if that's possible. Probably not.

"So how's your mom doing Bea? Is she getting better? Haven't seen her in a long time," Zoee said, setting her bags down on the floor beside her. After what happened with my mom, Zoee became more distant from her. I used to bring her to my and they used to talk it all out. I was basically the third wheel.

I shrugged. The answer to this was and has always been the same since my dads disappearance.

"No, she is not getting better. But anyways. Have you worked things out with Laurel?" I changed the subject. Zoee rolled her eyes.

"No. She still doesn't want to see me. I don't get why she's

I walk into the kitchen and spot my mom sitting on the counter next to the fridge. Her hair was in and ugly low pony, the hair tie barely barely even holding her hair.

She had a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and is scrolling through her phone with the other.

Ignoring her and letting her be, I grab ingredients for the sandwich. The only I need is the peanut butter which I don't like to keep in the fridge because then it gets kind of hard and then even harder to smear it on the bread and then the bread breaks and it leaves crumbs everywhere and ugh! I get so agitated.

Looking in every cabinet I can't seem to find the damn peanut butter. After standing there for a couple of seconds, I realize it can probably be in the cupboard my mom is blocking.

Contemplating whether I want to or not, I walk up to my mom.

"Mom can you move a little? I need something."

My mom hiccups, "I'm tired." She's slightly swinging back and forth, side to side.

I gently pull my mom off the counter and quickly steady her before she goes falling to the ground. Turning my face away from her because her breath smells like complete crap, I lead her to her room. I tuck her and go finish my damn

"She's still the same uncle Jeremey." He gets up and walks to her room. I get up to the kitchen to make a sandwich as well. He comes into the kitchen and sits down in one of the chairs.

"How's aunt Klarissa," it's my turn to ask.

It was silent for a moment before I heard a sob. "She's still not waking up. I can't loose her. Not now that I need her the most." I see a single tear slide down his cheek which makes my own eyes water.

My auntie had gotten into a car accident a couple months back. It was due to a deer who crossing the street when she was coming back from the clinic. Although no one was there with her, the ambulance that was there first said it was a deer because the deer was also dead by her car.

They were also expecting their first child who died on impact when she was breaking. Now she's stuck in a coma.

My poor uncle goes from work in the morning straight to the hospital. There isn't one minute he's not there with her.

I start rubbing my uncles back. I grab the sandwich and tell him to follow me back tot he living room. I give him the sandwich and sit there watching Full