A/N: This is what happens when I get bored….ONESHOTS!! Enjoy!
"Come on. Roger. It's Mother's Day!" Mimi was giving Roger puppy dog eyes. "For me?"
"No." Roger didn't move from his perch on the couch. "I don't care if it's Mother's Day, Mimi, I'm not going."
"Roger, it's been a year. Why can't you just forgive her?"
"No."
Mimi had been trying all afternoon to persuade Roger to take a Mother's Day visit to his mother's grave. Roger was adamant about not going, but Mimi wouldn't give up. "Please, Roger. You need closure, I know you do."
"But…" Roger paused, considering Mimi's words. "Hmm. I guess you're right, Meems. Alright, I'll go. But I'm going alone."
"Okay. Marina and I are due at Collins' later, meet us there?"
"Yeah. Couple hours."
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After a quick trip to the store to buy a couple of flowers (two yellow carnations and a white lily), Roger made his way to the graveyard. It took him a while to find his mother's grave. No one had paid for upkeep in a while. And it didn't help that he stopped by Angel and April's graves to drop off the carnations.
Finally, he found the worn headstone. Weeds were growing around it, but the words will still legible. It read Charlene Davis. 1950-1991. Missed by some, loved by one.
Roger pulled as many of the weeds as he could from around his mother's headstone before setting the lily on the headstone. He stood beside the grave, thinking, before setting his hand on the stone.
He sighed. "It's been a while, Mom. I guess no one's been by in a while. The area around your headstone looked like our old house. Crap everywhere. But don't worry, I cleaned up a bit. Just like I always used to at home."
He paused, organizing his thoughts before continuing. "What happened between us, Mom? We were actually starting to build a relationship. What happened to that? You were doing so well, staying clean. I was actually starting to like being around you, and spending time with you." He broke off, took a deep breath, and continued. "Were you just not strong enough, or what?"
He sighed again. "I blame you, you know. For a lot of the crap that's happened since high school. But at the same time, if it weren't for you, a lot of good things would never have happened either. Like Mimi. I loved April, but Mimi is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
He broke off again, his voice cracking. "I guess, what I'm trying to say, Mom, is something I should have said a long time ago. Mom, I forgive you." His voice cracked, and he turned away, wiping his eyes.
After a long moment, he turned back to the grave. "I've got to go now, Mom." He took a few steps away, but paused. This time, he looked towards the sky. He felt his heart lighten with the words he spoke.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you."