1.11 Mixed Martial Arts: Last Will And Testament
Roger threw on his hoodie and left before his mom and sister could come up with anymore bright ideas on how to help him. It infuriated him how his mother always babied him. He wanted to take care of her for once. There was no way that Roger would allow his mom to loose one more thing for his sake. She had given up so much of her life to take care of him and his siblings as a single mother.
Roger knew that she never dated anyone seriously because of them. She always said that no one would love her kids or do for them like she would. She was afraid that if she let someone in they wouldn’t understand their family dynamic or be sympathetic to everything they had been through. She could not take the risk that someone might mistreat her kids even if that meant being both mother and father. She would even pick up extra shifts and work a second job just so they had what all the other kids in the neighborhood had. Roger had leaned on his mother for long and now he just wanted her to be able to lean on him.
Roger had his hoodie zipped up the very top and his hood pulled tight across his face. It was a usually cold morning as the wind whipped through the trees. It was eerily quiet in his neighborhood as he walked to over to Bobby’s place. As he approached Mary and Bobby’s house he could see that she had a sign on the deli they owned next-door saying they were closed for the week. Roger pulled off his hood and jogged up the stairs to the front door and knocked. He could hear Mary’s Chihuahua barking and footsteps coming towards the door as he shivered. Mary opened the door and she was disheveled still in her long cotton robe and pajamas holding her barking Chihuahua.
“I can come back.” Roger said quietly.
“No come in I want to get this over with.” She said as she sniffled as let in Roger in.
Roger came in behind Mary and shut the door. He followed her quietly into the kitchen and sat down at the table. “Do you want some coffee?” Mary asked as she put the dog down on the floor.
“No I’m fine.” Roger said as Mary began to pour herself a cup of coffee.
“That’s the will he wrote for you on the table in envelope.” Mary said as she approached the table with her cup of coffee and sat down.
“For me?” Roger asked confused.
“Yes that one is especially for you.” She replied with tears in her eyes. “Go ahead open it and read it.” Mary said as her voice trembled.
Roger slowly opened the enveloped and began to read the letter. As Roger read it he began to tear up. “Mary did you know about this?” Roger asked as he began to cry.
“Yes we discussed plenty of times when he was alive.” Mary said. “Bobby really believed in you.” She added as started to cry.
“I can’t believe this he left me the gym and the slaughterhouse.” Roger said quietly as stared down at the letter.
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