Short story contest-eyeslipsfiercer

-Mother-

I don't like my mom. She often scolded me and restrained me.  Whatever I want to do, must ask her opinion first. I am the first child of four siblings. Older siblings who accept the most responsibilities and expectations from both parents. I was fine with it. I don't really care.

I got what I wanted. I got what I was expecting. I got everything.

"Mana. Look, this is your sister."

Until my sister was born. Day by day their eyes are not looking at me anymore. I can't completely blame my sister. Because I feel a little less lonely because of it. I don't like feeling pain. Since I was a child, I was given advice to always take the positive side of something. And I found it. I felt freer after their attention slowly dissipated. Especially my mother who is already busy with matters with my sister.

I feel happy. Happier from happiest before. I can do whatever I've wanted to do. And I can be closer to my friends. Friends offline and online, finally I can have all of it.

"Mana! What are you doing going around hanging out with people you don't know !? You have to be careful!"

A little honest, I feel she's right. But I really believe they are good people. They will not harm me. "Sorry, mother ... " I never said that line out loud to her, somehow.

One day, my online friend invited me to meet up to get to know each other to be closer. I of course immediately enthusiastically followed their invitation. I got to the appointment place earlier than others.

I waited a long time, so I asked my other friends by giving a message. Strangely, they replied that they did not know anything. But they warned to be careful if it turns out that those who invite are bad people. And told me to notify if something happened.

My friend was right. It wasn't the online friends I thought that came. They are bad people. "Hey hey. Don't be afraid. We are your friends, you know." They're grinning at me.

Even though I know I hated him once, but I still call her. "Mo ... Mother, help ... me!" Her flesh and blood churned. She knows I'm in danger. When I shouted the word, mother had already come with the police. The police then arrested the bad people who turned out to be their fugitives.

Mother hugged me tight, full of worry. I cried a lot. "Mother! I am sorry. Sorry!!" He stroked my hair. I cried, even more, feeling the warmth from his hand. I hate it. But I love him. Now I know, he really loves me. Whatever happens to his family, he won't just be silent. She is the greatest woman in my life and death.

"I love you mother!"