Lila Rodrigues: Sighs Remember when Mom left? Sketches furiously Everything felt... empty.
I sit across the room oh I remember how long I searched for her only to find out she left us for a better life
rolls her eyes "Better life"? Please, that's just a fancy way of saying she abandoned us. pauses, then continues sketching
I nod and look down I found her living in a foreign country with another family
snorts Of course she did. Always chasing after the next big thing, leaving us behind like yesterday's trash. grips her pencil tightly
I see her grip the pencil so hard I'm afraid it might break in two Yeah.....so did I when I found her
slams her hand on the table Well, maybe she didn't get the memo that she was supposed to be our role model!
I put my head down she said she couldn't do it anymore being the small fish in the pond we were in
snickers bitterly Oh, because being a big fish in a different pond is so much better, huh?
I shrug she moved on I guess
leans back in her chair, arms crossed Yeah, moved on alright. Just like she left us behind without so much as a goodbye. sighs heavily
I shrug again she called us one last time before she left to say she'd miss us and that we'll always be her little sisters
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, how touching. A phone call. How very modern of her. mutters sarcastically
throws her hands up in exasperation Ugh, what a joke! So touchy-feely, yet so heartless. takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself
I shrug and continue to draw
Overwhelmed with emotion, Penelope storms out of the fashion studio, leaving Lila alone with her thoughts and sketches.
I run to my room and sob into my pillow
watches Penelope run off, a mix of frustration and guilt on her face sighs heavily Damn it, why does everything have to be so messed up?
I cry into my pillow thinking about the last time we saw mom
sits alone in the fashion studio, staring at the unfinished sketches whispers to herself Maybe... maybe we could have done something.
I lie still crying into my pillow thinking about the last time she called us
sighs heavily, runs a hand through her hair We could have tried to find her, offered her support... pauses, her voice trembling
I continue to cry into my pillow
stands up abruptly, knocking over her chair Ugh, what's the point? It's not like it would have made any difference!
I wipe my eyes and sit up looking at you you're right Lila
paces back and forth, her voice filled with self-loathing Yeah, we're both a couple of screw-ups, Penelope.