Author's Note: I know that they never officially say that Jake's mother died (just that his parents are divorced) but in this fic, she died of cancer. I do not own Degrassi or Jake Martin or the idea of his mother. Read and review. :)
Dear Mom,
It's been... I don't even want to count the years. Too long since we've last talked in person. Since I actually saw you. I miss you, Mom. A lot. More than you could ever know. I miss your pancakes, and your laugh, and the crazy way you did your hair before we went to church on Sundays. Dad used to make fun of that style but I think he secretly liked it.
God, now I'm getting teary-eyed and everything. I can't deal with all of this emotional crap. Why did the cancer have to take you away, Mom? It's not fair. Then again, nothing is fair.
How pretty Clare Edwards has gotten is not fair. Do you remember her, Mom? Little Clare Edwards with her glasses and her big sister Darcy? Clare doesn't wear glasses anymore, she got laser eye surgery. And I heard Darcy went to Africa, so I haven't seen her. I wish you could see Clare, Mom. She really is pretty. She's smart too. She's a writer. She's been published. She's a good kisser, too. Not that you needed to know that.
I could ramble on and on about Clare Edwards, but I'll use this piece of paper for other topics.
The city is... different. Dad and I moved back down here. Degrassi is huge. There are so many kids. There's a strict dress code, too. I guess some kid pulled a knife at a dance and caused the school to go into this super lock down mode... In fact, I know that kid. The one that got the knife pulled on him. Eli Goldsworthy. He's writing the school play, and I'm helping build the sets. Now I'm a carpenter, just like Dad.
Dad. I guess I've been acting like him a lot lately. Going for the Edwards ladies. Wearing a lot of plaid shirts. Building things. We opened up a business here. We fix up houses and whatnot. Sinks, walls, you name it.
Dad is happy. Which is good. I don't know what to say here.
I miss you, Mom. I love you. Why did you have to leave me? I really need you right now. I need someone to talk to. I have some problems and I don't know how to deal with them. I'm helping Clare with hers. Her parents just got divorced. Randell and Helen Edwards. Left Clare in a messy situation.
Even when I say I'm not going to talk about Clare, I still do. I'm sorry. She really is amazing, Mom. She reminds me of you, even if she doesn't have that Marilyn Monroe look you had going on. She has your laugh, and your kindness, and she's bright like you.
I'm still crying. Maybe I should stop writing now, so I don't get tears on this paper and mess up the words and whatnot. Maybe I'll drop it off by you later tonight. I don't care if I have to drive for hours and not get home 'til midnight. You're getting this letter.
I love you. I miss you. Come back. I need you.
Your little boy,
Jake