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Chapter 2

Clary's POV

My fingers are tapping against the steering wheel, as I wait for school to be over. A thousand thoughts are running through my head and suddenly the car feels too small, too tight and I can't breathe. I get out of the car, locking the door behind me, breathing deeply. Hands in my pocket I decide to take a small walk around the parking lot. Next to the parking lot is a park with trees and a small playground and I head towards it. I sit on the swing and rock myself lightly back and forth to calm myself down.

I don't know how I'm going to take care of Jason. The money will soon be gone and I'll need a job. But jobs are hard to find when all you did was art college. I suppress a sob. Who is going to take care of Jason? My baby, my baby. I can feel a tear slowly falling down my cheek and press my hand to my mouth. That's it, I'm breaking down.

Then a little boy runs from the gate of the school, his bag on his back, pauses for a second to look around and then spots me on the swing. He runs towards me as behind him the gate floods with other children and parents.

I quickly wipe the tear and plaster on a bright smile before he falls on the grass in front of me, breathless.

"Hey mama!" He jumps to his feet and hugs me.

"Hey, how was school?"

He shrugs, "it was okay. But we drew today! And I drew you!" He adds all excited. He fumbles through his backpack until he finds a sheet of paper and gives it to me. On it is a drawing of a woman with red hair and green eyes, she smiles and wears a purple,dress. The drawing is in crayon and resembles a stickman, but it's the most beautiful work of art I've ever seen.

"It's amazing! I'll frame it," I add with a smile. His smile somehow gets even bigger showing his tooth gap at the front. But then he frowns. "Are you okay mom?" He must have seen my blotchy eyes, he is very observant for his age.

"Yeah I'm fine," I say as brightly as I possibly can but I can sense he doesn't believe me. His eyes look at me with concern his left eye flashing green and his right one a deep gold. I remember when after hours of painful labor, I'd given birth to him, his two different colored eyes had been the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I know he probably got teased for having hetochondria, but they should be jealous of his eyes not the other way around. I have painted so many pieces, drew over and over again, the unsettling and sparkling details of his irises until I could draw them in my sleep, with my eyes closed.

"Hey it's true I'm okay!" Then I spot an ice cream truck, the perfect getaway. "You know what? Let's get ice cream, okay? To celebrate your magnificent drawing."

His smile returns and for a second I feel relieved as I can see him whooping and hugging me.

Afterwards we walk on the park greedily licking the sweet cold cream on our cones before it can melt away. Jason is excited he runs around, plays on the playground and dances a little, his enthusiasm contagious. After an hour I call him over.

"Jason, today it's Friday. And you know what that means ?" He laughs and says: "Movie night!" I laugh with him and pull him for a hug. I love him so much. My baby, my son.

We prep the sofa, adding as many pillows as we can find, taking two soft blankets to tuck ourselves under. I make popcorn whilst Jason fills two plastic glasses with juice, both litchi flavored. As I wait for the corn to pop in the microwave, I order sushi, our favorite food. Then when we're on the sofa, our blankets covering us, the lights off, with sushi and popcorn we both laugh when Jason points out that we'll finish the food before we even start watching the movie. I scroll through the movie choice before settling on Zootopia. It's one of my favorite animated movies and I cry every time.

It's a good night and when we pack everything up Jason asks me "Mom, I know somethings not right. Do we not have enough money? I can help." He runs out of the room, leaving me bewildered before coming back with his piggybank. He opens it and take out a five dollar bill. "Here you go. I hope that helps."

And I can't help it, I cry. My son is the most amazing person on the planet, so selfless always trying to help everyone.

"Come here," I say pulling him in a hug. "You can keep your money, you're going to need it, and mom is going to find a job. Don't worry, okay?"

I grip him tight, like I'm going to lose him and he does the same his small hand curled on the hem of my shirt and we stay like that for a long time. Until Jason falls asleep and I carry back to his room where I watch his eyelashes flutter as he dream. And I thank the world for giving him to me because i dont know what I would do without him. He is my lucky star, my little angel.

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