xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAbigail Nicole Bailey The Mother
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx★ A mother who is really a mother is never free. . ★ Honore de Balzac
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‘[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled. ★
A young woman was sleeping soundlessly in her bed. Well, young…she was in her 40th. Still everybody knew that you could insult the woman when they told about the old woman who had ten children out of her, cared and raised them . She greatly remember how her husband joked about it. Abigail Nicole Bailey would have run after her husband with an newspaper if he mention it to her couple of times. She still miss him. His ways to surprise her romaticly, the horrible moments that those ways failed deeply, his cheeky laugh, their silly moments and their love. Abigail felt miserable but knew as a widow mother she needed to be there for her children. They needed their mum . She had few questions if she would move away from all the memories of her husband but she couldn’t do it. Their love ones lived here and her older children had beautiful memories here. Even she had few; Abigail even never couldn’t throw his toothbrush away or his precious stuff. Also his last message on her voice-mail on her cellphone.
She went towards group council with those people who lost people very close to them she seen who were just crazy. Abigail even is still in the group and feels like Matthew Perry in Go on. Yes, All before she was a producer and a writer before she went for the full-time mother job. She hear from her friends about new series, new movies and could send people towards her old friends. She could easily tell others about the seven stages of grief that she learn of her counsler and went through most of them.
First up was the shock and denial; a step she had made with her children. Avoiding the subject for a very long time. She is still a little bit in that first step with keeping a little bit things of her husband around. She hadn’t cleaned the bed for maybe weeks and even slept once or twice on the sofa because she couldn’t handle it. The pain and guilt appeared after it with endless crying alone; staying for few moments in her bedroom until her children called out for her. Her third of anger and bargaining….well she could remember screaming to few friends who don’t wish to get around her anymore. As for screaming in a gun shop…with throwing eggs at their window. Plus being the one who scream at the people who got out ‘get lost bitches’. A confusing time like her puberty. Then the therapy question appeared from the people around her. And then the depression and lost…she is still at that stage with her other leg by the upward turn. Abigail is adjusting to the lost; she is handeling her children again with the right mood. Her old childish and creative jokes but still handling not being around her guy who she loved.
Going on wasn’t easy for a full time mom who seen her childrens with the little bits of her husband and seeing the old things of her husband around that remember of him. Still she stays around her children with a smile and tries to raise them up like her husband wanted it. Her friends told her she needed ‘booty call’ but she couldn’t do it. Abigail couldn’t get over the guy who she only loved in her life. And a stubborn woman she was with those all faces going like ‘Awh sad little widow wife lost a husband’. As for a job; she helped with the series of Go on. Abigail even went with her children sometimes on the set. But a full time job as writer and co-director she couldn’t handle it. Why?
Well right now she was sleeping on the bed as a drooling dog. Abigail tried to look over her children; putting them in bed, talking with them, playing games with them or just do something together. Looking over her youngest children Avery and Cecile and watching them fall asleep with a small smile. Abigail snored softly and open slowly her eyes. She watched the empty side beside her and give a soft sigh. Abigail nuzzled her face into her pillow and pulled herself up. She sat on the bed edge and give a soft sigh ’’Waking up..I better get awake eyes pop open time..’’She says softly and stand up.
Soon enough the woman was outside of her bedroom and fully dressed with her hair in slight of mess. She give a soft yawn and looked surprised as the boyfriend of Juri, Jae running towards his bedroom. Abigail blinked quickly and placed her glasses on her nose. A small smile appeared on her face and give a soft sigh. ’’Not to much noise boys..It’s moring so don’t wake up more people..And don’t make a mess!’’Abigail says outside Juri room and walked downstairs. She walked straight towards the kitchen and blinked slightly her eyes. ’’Good morning everybody! Sorry I forgot to set up the alarm and make breakfast for you all..’’Abigail says with her normal smiles and walked her way towards the coffee machine. ’’How are you all..Slept alright?’’Abigail says giving all her children a kiss on their cheeks or head as she made her way of the coffee machine. ’’So what’s the news? It’s summer so anyone in for doing something together?’’She says with a grin and get her coffee cup waiting for their anwsers. ''Are Cecile and Avery already awake?''Abigail says looking at them and stayed patient with their awnsers and she knew it would end up everybody would talk the same time.
‘’ “"Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.
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