"Old Turns to New"
by J.Z.S. The sun is burning, hot on my face and arms. My dad is on his way right now and I’m so excited. “Mami, when is Papi getting here? I can’t wait much longer!” I’m on the verge of whining. My cousin, Elier, was just as anxious, jumping and twitching with excitement. He’s skinny in a branchy way, like a little stick figure, eyes a dark brown, hair gelled up into a mohawk. A van pulls up into the driveway, red and dusty from the dirt road, honking its horn. My dad’s opening the door before even stopping the van, running out to pick me up and give me a great, big hug. Then there was a pause as he smiled at me. He put me down, turned away, and walked back to the van. A lean, brunette, whose wearing a semi-bright yellow dress was getting out of the van. I tilted my head, squinting my eyes against the bright sun. I know who this is but I can’t seem to remember a name or relation. She was familiar but a stranger all the same. “Who’s that?” LE whispers to me, pointing at the woman. “I don’t know,” I say unable to look away from the pleasant smile that was aimed at me. I tilt my head, confused as to why my father had a girl, no a woman, riding in the car with him. “Hey, baby girl, I want you to meet someone,” my dad motions for me to follow him. When I don’t advance, he holds his hand out to me, I take it and follow. I stumble behind him as he speed walks to the woman. “Daddy, who’s that? I don’t remember her,” I whisper. He doesn’t answer, so I tug on his flannel shirt soft in my hand. “Beba, this is your new mom…” his voice trails of as he turns to face me. “My… New mom? But… how can i have a new mom if i didn’t even know the first one! I… I can’t… help…,” My voice trails off. The sun is suddenly way too hot. Sweat beads trail down the sides of my face. The tension in the air was thick enough to slice with a butter knife, so i did what any normal person would have done. I pretended to faint. Although it had the opposite effect than what i was going for. The next few hours where unbearable; everyone wanted to know if I was ok, and trust me, I was. They offered me milk, cookies, Vapor Rub (the dominican remedy for just about anything and everything), they even gave me a cough drop, though I didn’t show any signs of being sick. Through all this nobody wanted to give me the one thing I needed: Answers. And I never got them. That’s it. That’s all. Absolutely no answers, and so that's the end of this terrible memory. The only thing my dad told me is to forget that I had a mother before then. I have a new mom now. Right? J.Z.S., or Johany, is a 9th grader at FHS. She is an aspiring author currently working on short stories, poems, and a novel. Her love for works expands towards all types of literature, but especially classic novels.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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