Chapter 30 What Did Celene Luther Want
Celene's POV.
I had two days left till my mother’s birth-versary celebration. To say I was freaking out would have been an understatement. I had forgotten to include a budget for food! After spending on paint, crayons, and a few toys for the orphanage kids where I would be celebrating, I only had enough money for snacks and not rich, filling food.
It was the first time I was doing this without my father present, and it was showing. I was a total mess. He was always the best at creating an expenditure list and sticking to it.
I sat in my bedroom as I realized I was now extremely pressed for cash, and it would be the smallest I could go for the celebration. Of course, there was nothing I could do. I would just have to make up for it with vibes and fun this time. That was why Maria would be joining me.
Maria had already shown up and was walking around the house, munching on snacks and just talking.
“I think you could bring marshmallows to the kids. Turn it into a very large bonfire camp party. Marshmallows aren’t that expensive,” Maria said, before popping another snack in her mouth and doing a happy dance.
I swore the girl had more energy than a horse in heat.
“A bonfire? Really? You’d put babies in front of a fire and tell them to poke sticks in it?” I asked, exasperated.
“Oops, I didn’t think of the little ones. Well, we could give the snacks we already have to the babies and then have the bigger kids work for their snacks by roasting the marshmallows and pressing them between the Oreos. It’ll be a whole vibe, I swear,” Maria added, unrelenting.
“We don’t have room for fire accidents on my mother’s birth-versary, Maria. If any harm comes to those kids, Mom will kill me,” I added as I stood and walked to my writing desk.
“True. We don’t want to end up roasting the kids instead,” Maria stated and then laughed at her own joke.
I couldn’t help but chuckle along.
I could never truly stay downcast when Maria was around. She would tow a top around her waist and drag me to a circus or strip club if she could help it.
When I initially joined school, Maria had been the only person who had chipped at my walls and eventually broke through the numerous gates and defenses I had built around myself.
At first, I found it strange and annoying, but Maria had always been persistent, hard-headed, and strong-willed, if nothing else.
Maria got me. She didn’t need to try too hard, and I didn’t need to pretend. Maria understood my moods, my thoughts, and even when we were rarely on the same page, she didn’t see the need to “influence” me for our relationship to thrive. And that was a huge relief. I couldn’t imagine myself falling for a new guy every Sabbath day like she did.
She also understood when I needed to be alone.
She knew to let me be whenever she saw me with headphones on, blasting my new music genre or song choice. Granted, sometimes she would barge in unannounced and completely derail me from my line of thought, but she was a keeper.
And true to form, as I settled at my desk and proceeded to turn on my computer, Maria walked away again, probably to look for more snacks or think of more morbid things she would make the kids do.
I breathed in a deep pit on my headphones, ready to write.