So I have been keeping an eye on some of the people I have met since arriving in Darrow. Mostly the younger ones. There are the children who are as young as my boys, like Brendan's daughters, who I like to check in on because that is the kind of mothering that I am used to providing. But what I learned is that the people who actually need the most help are the ones who are legally adults, but clearly still need some guidance. The kids who probably think that they're all that, that they can decide everything for themselves, but still make a lot of wrong choices.
It is great practice for the day I eventually reunite with my sons again. But more than that, I just want to make sure each one of them grows up into the best and most successful person they can be.
Which is why I am here at Semele's, staying all the way until their closing time, because I need some extra time to talk to a certain person.
"Ma'am," one of the servers tries to catch my attention. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but it's closing time for us, so I'll have to ask you to—"
"—I already paid my check, thank you, you can go. I'm here to talk to someone."
If Louis was with me, if the boys were with me, maybe the waitress wouldn't turn around so quickly, but I know that I can be intimidating when I want to be, so she leaves me alone. Maybe she's running off to tell her manager, who won't have so hard of a time trying to nudge me out. But before anyone can try, I'm making my way towards the kitchen, where I know that I can find the boy I'm looking for.
"Eric," I call out through the doors. "Eric, it's Jessica. We need to talk. Put down whatever you're cleaning, someone else can take care of it."
It is great practice for the day I eventually reunite with my sons again. But more than that, I just want to make sure each one of them grows up into the best and most successful person they can be.
Which is why I am here at Semele's, staying all the way until their closing time, because I need some extra time to talk to a certain person.
"Ma'am," one of the servers tries to catch my attention. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but it's closing time for us, so I'll have to ask you to—"
"—I already paid my check, thank you, you can go. I'm here to talk to someone."
If Louis was with me, if the boys were with me, maybe the waitress wouldn't turn around so quickly, but I know that I can be intimidating when I want to be, so she leaves me alone. Maybe she's running off to tell her manager, who won't have so hard of a time trying to nudge me out. But before anyone can try, I'm making my way towards the kitchen, where I know that I can find the boy I'm looking for.
"Eric," I call out through the doors. "Eric, it's Jessica. We need to talk. Put down whatever you're cleaning, someone else can take care of it."