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hospital doors and waited.
    Within 5 minutes, he pulled up. Without saying a word, I got on and we took off.
    Once we got to my house, I turned to him, but I didn’t know what to say. Nobody had ever been kind to me before, and I was truly overwhelmed.
    “Thanks,” I said awkwardly. “I appreciate… everything.”
    “Do you want me to stay?” he asked. “I can be pretty good company when I try.”
    I shook my head. “No, it’s ok . I am just going to get some sleep and then head back to the hospital later on.”
    He genuinely looked disappointed. “If you change your mind, just call. I wouldn’t mind sitting at the hospital with you.”
    “Why would you want to do that? Hospitals are boring.”
    He looked at me for a few seconds before responding . “I would do anything to spend time with you.”
    My heart did a flip flop inside of my chest . I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just stood there looking at him.
    “Don’t look so confused,” he smiled. “I’ll see you later, Sof.”
    With that, he started his motorcycle and left me standing in my driveway.
    With each an d every passing day, he confused me more and more . The wall that I’ve built, he wa s slowly tearing down. My heart was already vulnerable. I had to stop it.

 
     
     
    Four
    Recovery and Ice S kating
     
     
     
    Within a couple of weeks, my mom wa s released from the hospital.
    A fter being home two week s , she was surprisingly still sobe r. I couldn’t believe it. I had never seen her go so long without a drink. I was genuinely proud of her. She even refused to take the pain kill er s that her doctor prescribed , even though I know she was in pain.
    Sch ool was much of the same... Jason talked to me every day, but mostly just to ask how my mother was doing. It’s like he knew exactly what I needed from him.
    By the time November rolled around, my mom was well enough to head back to work… When I got up that Friday morning for school, I was surprised she was awake and waiting on me in the kitchen.
    “Hey Sof,” she greeted me. She was standing over the stove cooking pancakes and bacon.
    “Hey, Mom,” I answered back. “What’s the special occasion?”
    “Does it have to be a special occasion for me to cook for you?” She looked at me confused.
    I nodded my head. “Yes, it does. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up before noon.”
    She laughed. “Oh you’re right. Today is a special occasion. Today is my one month anniversary of being completely alcohol free.”
    “Oh, that’s wonderful!” I walked to the stove and gave her a big hug.
    She cleared her throat as she pulled back from our embrace . “I know I haven’t been th e best mom to you, and I wanna make it up. Since tomorrow is Saturday, I wa nna take you to the mal l in Huntsville and go shoppin’ for some new school clothes.”
    I blinked back the tears. “Are you serious, Mom?”
    She too looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Yes.”
    “Thank you!” I hugged her again.
    “Tonight I won’t be home,” she reminded me.
    Oh right. Friday night was always the hardest for my mom, so she attended weekly A.A. meetings on that night.
    “That’s ok. I’ll probably just come home and study.”
    “You should go out, and have some fun . You’re only seventeen once.”
    I laughed. “Maybe. If somebody asks me to go do something , I ’ll go with them,” I promised. It was an easy promise to keep – nobody ever wanted to hang out with me.
    After a quick breakfast with my mom, I headed out to school.
    The past 4 Fridays have felt surreal… It was nice to not dread the upcoming weekend. I was already getting used to the good side of my mom… The old her was long gone, I could tell.
    As I walked to my first class, I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about our upcoming shopping trip. I looked down at my well-worn jeans and t-shirt from the dollar store . Soon, I wouldn’t have to wear these anymore … Maybe then I could make