Spilled Milk

by K.L. Randis

Moms don’t die.

Years of suppressing, ignoring, and denying had just escaped. Beneath my trembling skin, I felt something deep within my bones that I had never felt before. Serenity.

You found something that triggers you and unfortunately you can’t help what other

people do. No ma’am. The only thing you can change is yo’self.”

Midge told me I would get to a point where I would feel real anger, a fury so deep about everything that I wouldn’t know where it came from. It wasn’t like me to be like that, so I never believed her. Suddenly it was very plausible.

welcomed me back with open arms after our fight, just like Gina told me he would. He was the steady and consistent presence I had come to love and need in my life. His dedication was unwavering, and I wanted him to witness what his support had helped me accomplish. He bent forward and planted a greasy kiss on my lips. “If you want me there, I’ll be there.”

“I find it unbelievable that a glass of spilled milk is what gave one little girl more strength and poise than I have ever seen

We had shared a common beginning. At fifteen years old we thought we knew what love was and ran with the feelings that were new to us. I had loved him, but it always seemed like we would be on different chapters in life. At that point, I doubted our lives would ever be parallel. It seemed like no benefit would come from going backward in time, and in all honesty, I was a little angry that it took him comparing me to several other failed relationships before realizing I was what he needed. Jason always knew right from the start that I was special.