Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance, nor am I associated with the cast and/or crew of Sonny with a Chance.
Some say that we learn from our own experiences. We can gain from subconscious observations made on a daily basis. The only thing that can block us from learning, is ourselves, which is the case of many things. When opportunities strike, it is up to us to take up the challenge, or let it blow away like the leaves in the fall. But what if you take that contingency and it fails, what do you do?
In her mind was a strange premonition. Breakfast was laid in front of her on the hard mahogany table, still steaming from the griddle. The fork and spoon were already set for her on the plate, covered in eggs and turkey bacon. She smiled at the warm aroma of the food, knowing her mom's cooking would always be a jump-start on her day. As she was about to dig in, her heart suddenly felt heavy, even though everything in the world seemed to be going in an orderly manner at the second. Either it was her being out of place, or the whole world knew not of what she was thinking. Her mother knew that from the look on her dimmed face.
"Sweetie, are you doing fine?" The worried mother asked, turning around the from the pile of dirty dishes to look at her daughter once more.
"Yeah, I just have... a lot of things on my mind," Her voice was unsteady and her eyes seemed to be rather somber.
"Well, if you want to talk about it, I'm always here for you."
The girl picked up her plate of breakfast, and headed down the hall to her bedroom, where she set aside the plate on a computer desk and collapsed in her bed and started crying. The clean lavender sheets soaked up her tears like a sponge, but nothing could soothe her from what shew as feeling. A pain in her heart was left.
She thought she could and would change him. She thought that she did. It seemed that her short love was just a fairy tale, just to be told, and not believed. It was just a story, nothing real. She tried to convince herself of that one thing. But, she knew that she was just lying to herself. Her disappointed heart cried out in despair for what seemed like to be the millionth time, and the tears came rolling out like a rain storm again. With her face buried in her pillow, and her breakfast beginning to become cold, still on the computer desk, she felt that today would be a good day to skip work. In the midst of the light sobbing, three knocks were heard from the door.
"Honey, are you finished with that breakfast?" She opened to door to find a teary faced Sonny, with an untouched breakfast. Connie knew that it would be hard for her to cope with what was in her at the moment. The struggles from the past few days have been hard on her daughter. Knowing that she's been keeping everything inside of her, she walked over to her bedside and set her hand lovingly on her back. She stroked it with comforting motherly love. She didn't say a word, but just let her actions speak for her.
"Sonny, sweetie, you have to talk to someone. It will be good for you, rather than you stay in here crying," Sonny, who was previously lying on her bed face down, sat up and faced her mom. Tear soaked hair obstructed her vision, as well as hid her puffy eyes from her mother.
"Mom, I-I just need some breathing space," Clouded with thoughts, her mind was filled with flying scenes and pictures. When all of these things collided in her mind, it was a violent storm that tore through her mind. Overwhelmingly impossible to overcome, the tears were pulled from her eyes again.
Just because you wish for something, doesn't make it so
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