It had been hours since the party…the fight…the run…and my fall. I was laying in the makeshift “hospital” bed (aka Madison’s bed) with a broken ankle. Since then, I had lot’s of time to think.
I was lonely, tired, and could still replay the moment over and over in my mind.
“She’s not my mom!”
“Well sorry! … Miss grouchy pants! … They were so bad … YOU had to be taken away from them!”
Sometimes I would cry. Most of the time I would lay there, fall asleep, and have nightmares about my life before I came here.
I glanced over at the clock. 5:01 pm. It had been exactly six hours, thirty-two minutes and 27, 28, 29, 30 seconds since Josefina’s party…and I ruined it.
“Can…Can I see your cast?” she asked shyly.
“Oh that’s just awful! Not the cast, I mean, the cast looks pretty on you, but, you know, that’s just horrible that you need one!” Then she started raving in Spanish. I sighed. She did this when she was emotional.
“Oh, Dios mío, no lo puedo creer! No es justo! Eso es simplemente horrible que tuvo que romper su tobillo, ¡oh Dios sólo totalmente horribles!!!”
Then Madison called her.
“Lo siento!” She told me. “Uh, I mean, sorry. I didn’t realize I was speaking in Spanish.”
“Wait! Josefina…I’m sorry I ruined your party. I let my hurt feelings spoil your birthday. I’m really sorry.”
“My birthday? Psshhh who cares? You’re the one with a broken ankle. Don’t think about it. It’s OK – my party doesn’t matter. I had fun.”
“Yeah, it hurt a lot. But I didn’t cry…that has to count for something right? Well, ok, I FELT like crying when they put my bones in place. It hurt so bad, I wanted to SCREAM!”
“Does it hurt now?”
“Nahhh. It just itches, which drives me crazy to no end, ’cause I can’t itch it! UGH!” I laughed.
“Wow, everyone says that. I’m alive, and breathing, so yes!” I smiled.
“I wish I could sign your cast but I don’t have a pen on me.” Joy frowned.
“You can do it later.”
“This is for you,” Joy smiled, handing me a beautiful poster. “I made it.”
“Wow…I love it, Joy! Thanks so much.”
“Oh my dears! Oh my stars! Oh my…oh my!”
I could hardly keep from grinning. She sounded so wonderful in her British accent when she was upset/worried.
“Oh my GOSH!!! Are you alright? Does your ankle hurt? Can I get you a glass of water? Or anything? At all?” Emelie ranted.
“Nothing much. We’re trying to get Josefina’s birthday present together without her knowing.” Emelie sighed.
“You mean the k–“
“SHHH! She’s right outside the door…”
We continued talking for a little bit, then Madison said I needed my rest. “But I’ve been resting for over six hours! I’m LONELY!” I whimpered.
“Doctors orders,” she reminded. “MY orders.”
I sighed. Even if she wasn’t my mom, she was still in charge of me.
“What is it? I have to leave!”
“Umm…about that. Molly kinda ran off.” Emelie squirmed.
“She mumbled something about having alone time then darted out of the party room and we haven’t seen her since. She’s probably fine though.”
“I though y’all were mad at each other.”
Then came the glare. I glared at her. That special icy glare.
“I don’t care. She’s my friend. What if she fell, too? What if she’s lost?” I spoke.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” Emelie asked.
“Emelie! Why aren’t you out? Jasmine, lie down! You have a broken ankle for goodness sakes!” Madison came in the room.
“Madison, I feel much better! Can I get dressed and walk around?” I pleaded.
“I don’t know…you look tired.”
“Who, me? Besides, some fresh air would do me good!”
Those words seemed to sound reasonable to Madison, and she let me get dressed and take a walk.
TO BE CONTINUED