We sat at Rosa's table slowly eating our vegetable soup and cornbread. Previously, I had been mesmerized by Rosa's aquarium. I made a mental note to get mine out of storage.
"How are you feeling?" Rosa asked me in between bites of nourishing soup.
"My mind is busy," I said as I took a drink of milk. "Too many diet cokes."
"Well, at least you know what caused it," she replied.
I returned to eating. Rosa doesn't cook often, but when she does it is delicious. Food just tastes better when someone else prepares it.
"I'm staying home tonight and cleaning house," Rosa told me. "I will see you in the morning."
I was going to miss her deeply. Sometimes, I like sleeping alone, just Maggie and me, but it is always nice to wake up with another warm soul in the bed. I told her I would pick her up when I got up and going in the morning as well.
The first thing Rosa did after supper was turn the TV back on. I slipped out the front door and drove home hating to eat and run. I was hoping Dad would come earlier with my medications tonight. It is now almost nine and he has yet to show. He gets later every night and I grow more impatient. I love him though, and despite all his controlling ways he is my father. The man who sired me. The man who bought me a home and a car. And the man to whom I look up to so deeply. Love can be a double edged sword sometimes.