I finished getting dressed and got set applying make up.  I

I applied my usual eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, and lip gloss and finished up.  Sad to say but the whole vanity thing was a trait I got from my mom.  She always had to look good.  No matter what.  Even if it was a lazy sunday afternoon and we had no plans to go anywhere she always had on her basics.  And I must say she did look good at the time.

My mom may sound like a bitch but I’d be lying if I said I there weren’t any fond memories.  Thats what hurts the most.

Flashback

I walked quietly to my mommy’s room.  She wasn’t there but I could hear what sounded like a ‘chainsaw?’  I peaked into the room.  

Nope, just daddy sleeping.  I tip toed in and crawled across the floor to the master bathroom.  I could see the light coming from under the door.

I cracked it open just a bit and looked in.  My mother was sitting on a chair applying red stuff to her lips.  I don’t know why but it fascinated me.  I watched in awe, as she swiped up some color on a metal brush then painted her lips.  She never wore red, red.  Like some people I know.  It was more of a pink color, called ‘Guava surprise’.  I know cause I helped pick it out.  

The color ran over her mouth like she was painting her face.  I tried that once in school.  Of course all I had was crayola markers and some paint but I made it work.  Ask Spencer she liked it.  The teacher didn’t and neither did the other kids parents.  I didn’t tell them to copy me.

Mom paused as her eyes met mine in the mirror.  I gasped and stood frozen.  I was trying to decide if I should run or if I should stay.

“Ashley?”  She called to me sternly.  I walked into the bathroom with my head down.  I was supposed to be in my room with Kyla packing an over night bag.  We were gonna stay at aunty Lisa’s house tonight.  Mom and dad were going out to dinner with someone from daddy’s work.  I was excited to spend time with my friends, Spencer was probably gonna be there.  But mommy always goes out and I just miss her.