SIXTY NINE: MY FINAL WRITING AS A CHILD

I was my mom's best friend. I knew that, even though she never exactly said it. As soon as I got upstairs, I met Mike by the first door, waiting, with a towel in his hands. I ran to him and tried to enter the room. He moved aside quickly, wondering why I was so swift and anxious. Well, I met Nora inside instead of mom. She was fast asleep and apparently, she had thrown up on Mike, and that was the reason for the disgust on his face. I quietly shut the door behind me so I'd not wake Nora up, and then, I asked him: "Where's my mom?" "She's with Jack" he said. "Stop looking so anxious. She's fine, he's taking good care of her, okay?' he said, rubbing his shirt intermittently. He looked like he'd cry the next minute. All of a sudden, he gargled as if he wanted to throw up, and then ran straight to a bathroom. He must have seen a streak of vomit on his shirt. I grabbed the opportunity and started to look around for mom. I knew if she was with Jack, then she was fine because she talked