I only knew my mother at a young age, the last time I saw her I was 6 years old. What would she want from me now? After she threw me away? I was forced to live on the streets most of my life because of her. Why am I so tempted to meet her? "Sweety, what is it? What's wrong?" Ronnie asked me, seeing that I had dropped the phone in utter disbelief. I couldn't talk. I just stood there, my mouth hanging wide open in complete amazement. He stood up and rushed towards me, picking the phone up and checking if anyone was on the line. She must have hung up because he just put it back on the dresser. "Rhianna, what is going on? Who was that?" Tears began to swell in my eyes, I couldn't see, everything was blurry. I collapsed in his arms and emptied my eyes of tears. All these years, all this held in anger and pain just fell from my eyes in the form of tears.
When I finally stopped crying, I sat on the bed and looked at him. His big beautiful eyes looked at my questioningly and worried. "It was my mother, Ronnie…" I sighed. "She wants to… Meet me." "What?! Who does she think she is? Ringing at this time of the morning, and asking to MEET you?! Surely you aren't going to meet her, are you?" He raged. All I could do was look at my hands and let the tears flow again.
That morning was spent mostly crying, I didn't leave my bedroom until midday to make us breakfast, only to find Ronnie had cooked the most delicious meal. The aroma of it was intoxicating. Bacon and eggs and sausages, omelettes, bread rolls, and mugs of coffee all laid out on the table, and to top it off, a vase of freshly picked roses. I grinned at him, he definitely knows how to make a girl feel better. He pulled out a chair for me and offered for me to sit. "Now, this morning will not be ruined, although it is no longer morning," he smirked, "Now, let's enjoy our meal that I spent hours slaving in that kitchen to make, yes?" "Thankyou, Ronnie, thankyou so much." I said gently. He said nothing as he was already devouring his meal, so I began to eat too.