Page 33 of Scribbled Excellence

Tomorrow huffed with her eyes on her father. He gave her a sympathetic smile. He understood what she felt because he hated Michelle, but there was also a plank length of love for her. She was his wife up until the day that she died and the mother of his children. They never divorced.

The relationship between the sisters was strained because of Tomorrow’s attitude toward their mother’s death. She knew that, eventually, it would be alright, but she also knew that right now was not the time that the relationship strain should be addressed.

“I know. I just hate it,” Tomorrow admitted.

August was sympathetic, but he knew better than to get in the middle. Everyone in the house settled in to where they were going to be for the rest of the afternoon. Tomorrow planned to cook for the family, and they would have a quiet night in.

The Goings family was the chaos that it took to make a masterpiece. It was the imperfect, perfect world that Tomorrow and Kyro cultivated for their family. Everyone in the family, from Kyro’s family to Tomorrow’s, were intricate parts of that cultivation.

Love was never meant to be neat with perfect lines, shades, or colors. It sometimes made absolutely no sense to the world. Love was found in the scribbled dreams on crumpled paper, thecontinuous revisions of promises, and the people who refused to quit, even when life got messy. The beauty about love was when people chose each other even when they were sick of each other. It was when everyone saw a depreciated piece of art, but you saw beauty and knew that it was worth holding on to. What everyone else may have called a mess or a waste, Tomorrow and Kyro knew that it was just the beauty of scribbled excellence.

All Scootched In