Three Stages of Forgiveness
December 31st
Stage one: Anger
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS TO ME!” I screamed, throwing the package of noodles on the ground.
“Coretta... It’s for the best. I know it’s hard, but... it’ll all turn out in the end. Moving isn’t that hard.” My mother replied softly.
YOU THINK IT’S NOT THAT HARD!? YOU’VE MOVED THIRTEEN TIMES, AND YOU NEVER HAD ANY FRIENDS TO LEAVE BEHIND!!!”
“Actually...” she began. I stood there, glaring at her.
“I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU WEREN’T MY MOTHER!” Her face crumbled into despair. I began to walk out, but then I turned around.
“Go get hit by a truck.” I growled, then stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door behind me. When I reached the bottom step, I collapsed into a pile and began sobbing. I was going to have to leave...
All my friends... gone.
My teachers... gone.
And Andrew... I got choked up. I couldn’t possibly leave Andrew... I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
“Hey babe.” I sobbed even more at the sound of his voice.
“Andrew... I’m so sorry...” I said through sobs.
“I’m... Moving.” I heard him exhale slowly on the other end of the phone.
“Well then...” He paused.
“I guess I don’t need you to be my girlfriend anymore.” I gasped.
“W-what?”
“I’m breaking up with you.” The line when dead. Tears streamed down my face. My phone slipped out of my hand and stopped on the ground. I didn’t care that the screen had shattered and left glass that looked like little diamonds on the ground. Suddenly, I heard a loud horn come from the street. Quickly, I wiped my eyes and looked up. There was a semi truck stopped in the road. In front of it, I could see someone’s prone form on the ground. I walked closer, hoping to figure out who it was. Then, I realized- it was my mother. Without warning, a car tried to swerve around the truck, and everything went black.
Stage two: Refusal
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I began to open them, and then closed them immediately. It was too bright.
“Wh-where am I?”
“The Land of Souls.” A voice replied. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I gasped when I looked down. I was standing on water!
“Don’t worry, you won’t drown.” I looked up. There was an angel (at least, I think it was an angel) standing in front of me.
“W-who are you?” I asked.
“I am your Personal Guardian.” He replied.
“Oh. So... Like a guardian angel?” He frowned.
“No. Like a Personal Guardian.” He said.
“Pshh. Same difference. Do... Do you have a name?”
“No.” He replied.
“I have no need for a name.” I rolled my eyes.
“Surely you have some sort of name!”
“Um... PG?”
“Uh, no. I can’t call you ‘PG’! That sounds like a movie rating!” He frowned some more.
“It stands for Personal Guardian.” I sighed, exasperated.
“What about Hugo?”
“Hugo?” He said dubiously.
“Yeah.”
“Fine. Are you done now?” I nodded.
“So... Why am I here again?” Hugo rubbed his temples.
“So... Many... Questions...”
“Well, sue me for trying to figure out what the heck is going on!” I said. Hugo sighed, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, we were standing in the kitchen. And... I was there. I watched myself grab a package of noodles from the pantry. My mother walked in.
“Honey...” She began.
“Yes Mom?” I watched myself say.
“Um... This might be hard, but... We’re moving.” I watched a look of pure anger cross my face.
“What?” I watched myself whisper.
“We’re... Moving.”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS TO ME!” I watched myself scream and throw the package of noodles on the ground.
“Coretta... It’s for the best. I know it’s hard, but... It’ll all turn out in the end. Moving isn’t that hard.” My mother replied softly.
YOU THINK IT’S NOT THAT HARD!? YOU’VE MOVED THIRTEEN TIMES, AND YOU’VE NEVER HAD ANY FRIENDS TO LEAVE BEHIND!!!”
“Actually...” My mother began, but stopped when she saw my hateful glare.
“I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU WEREN’T MY MOTHER!” I watched myself begin to walk out. But then I watched myself stop and turn around.
“Go get hit by a truck.” I watched myself tell her. Hugo snapped his fingers again.
“Does that seem familiar to you?” He asked. I nodded.
“Now, you are here because you are getting the chance to do things over.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“You are getting the chance to fix things between you and your mother. As of right now, you are dead. As is your mother. You have the option to either fix things, and keep living, or not fix things and keep being dead.”
“You mean... I have to forgive her?” Hugo nodded.
“What!? No way! She ruined my life!” Hugo sighed.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit? It’s just moving. Besides, you have a tele-whatsit thingymajig. You can’t just call your friends.”
“You mean a cell phone?”
“Yeah. But that’s not the point. Do you want to forgive your mother or not?”
“I don’t know... I guess I see your point...” Hugo nodded encouragingly.
“I guess... Okay. I’ll forgive her.”
“Good choice!” Hugo snapped his fingers, and everything went black.
Stage three: Forgiveness
I was standing in my kitchen again, holding a package of noodles. I knew what I had to do. As if on cue, my mother walked in the door.
“Honey...” She began.
“Yes Mom?” I said.
“Um, this might be hard, but... We’re moving.” I smiled, and hugged her.
“Okay Mom.” She looked relieved.
“So... You’re not mad?”
“What? No, I’m not mad! Moving can’t be that hard!” I hugged her even harder.
“Oh, thank you!” She said, but then pulled away.
“Um, I got you something. Consider it... A Happy New Year present.” She pulled a small bag out of her pocket. I took it and grabbed the contents. It was an angel statue.
“Thanks so much Mom! I’ll name him... Hugo.” As I hugged her again, the clock chimed midnight, and all was well.
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