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12/02/2019 03:44 PM 

Holiday Tradition Task

"Two latte's and a cinnamon bun," the blonde said softly as she stood at the counter of the local café. For many, December was a month full of holiday cheer and preparing for the up and coming holidays, or getting over the food hangovers that Thanksgiving had caused, but Indigo hated the holidays. They were just another reminder that she was alone and that she had lost everything that mattered to her. Her mother had died when she was an infant and her father, well, she'd found out that he wasn't her real father. She guessed that it explained why he'd never been a real dad to her; she knew part of it was because he blamed her for her mother's death, but didn't he understand?! She blamed herself enough for the both of them! No, she was alone and it was how it had always been; even before she had run away from Texas.

As the cups of coffee and the plate were placed down in front of her, Indi handed over a $20 bill, told her to keep the change, and made her way over to a nearby table; one in the corner by the window that had a small star hanging above it from the ceiling. It was the exact same table that she had sat at since she'd arrived in California three years beforehand. It had become a tradition. She was sure that people thought she was crazy, but she didn't care. They could think what they liked as long as she got to talk to her mother. Pulling out the chair, she placed one coffee opposite her and her own coffee in front of her as she took a seat. She wasn't delusional, she knew her mother wasn't physically there, but she liked to think that her mother was always with her, no matter what she was doing or where she was. She'd been having a drink with her at this time of year, ever since she was five and although she was older now, she didn't want to stop. She still needed her mother, so the only thing that had changed as Indi had gotten older, was the kind of beverage that she drank. 

Biting down on the inside of her mouth, she wrapped slender digits around the cup and brought it to her lips to have a small sip as tears stung her eyes. She always missed her mother, but certain times of the year were harder than others! "I'm sorry, Mom," she whispered, glancing down at the table as a tear escape her eye and trickled down her cheek. "If it wasn't for me then you'd still be here." She'd spent so long blaming herself for her mother's death that it was always the first thing she said when she had one of those conversations. "I love you and I miss you every day. I know I've screwed up and I know you'd be ashamed of me, but I just want you to know that I miss you every single day." Fresh tears fell down her cheeks and she pushed the coffee away as a sob passed her lips. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...."


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