The Mafia Lord's Hacker

lways tells me to eat so I can grow to be big and strong. Growing big

m cleaning up the dishes she used to cook our food. A smile

ind the vinyl player she had and the lack of technology in our household. It was quite ir

slight sway to her hips to

eating," she

t my full plate. "I no l

sn't really disappointed in me. There was a smile on her face along with a pe

ters with two syllables. It's a word so common used in

n recital tomorrow? I got t

My face broke out into a smile as I wrapped my arms around my mother

e you,

even more when she embraced me in a hug. Her hand ru

om demanded. She brought her finger up to the tip of my nose, where sh

lled out. I looked out at the crowd of peopl

he teacher. "We have to wait for my mom. She always

ok on her face as she ge

ule, honey," Mrs. Tensley frowned. I could only nod my head

y attention. The chatter amongst the large gathering of people made me frown. There were a fe

answer. I'm so sorry, sweetie," Mrs. Tensley spo

the hairs on my neck as it trailed down my back. I wiped my sweaty palms on the edges o

skip out on t

rs. Tensley held a droop to the corner of her lips.

ted you are!" She tried her best to cheer me up. It didn't work. I delivered

s a chair waiting for me on center stage. My sheet music was displayed on a stand t

he chair, everything felt off. My sight would typically be c

ten so many times to slow my thoughts. I looked around for

I eased the tension in my brow before attempting to search for my mom once more

e had that big smile on her face with a proud look in her eye. Mom was sitting right in front

trings. Steadily, the music began to fill the silence in the room like water coats a dry mo

vements of my fingers. My body swayed with the soothing sound a

nd immediately halted as I stared at the space my mom would've sat. Everyone began

an backstage. Mrs. Tensley embraced me

but I couldn't. Mom has never missed a single performance of mine. If she had to, she would w

Mrs. Tensley. I just

ers later replaced the security guards. The policemen didn't tell me much. I tried my best to hear what was happening when they talked to M

tside, and I was still stuck at school wi

ind her, can

R

ant to know is where my mommy is and why she missed my violin solo," I crie

o track down your mom, okay? You have to be pat

N

ere to be found. Later should never be promised. It's a myth. The

n her eyes-mom was gone. Mom was gone, and I plan on