The Tales of love- II

52.4:"The shattering of a glass".

You all, I love you :") I am just smiling cause you all understand what I meant by the little rant in the last chapter. Thank you for being with me, promise I will continue to write for you, no matter what 🥺💜

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"Come on, the food is ready". His mother broke the dilemma she was in

The dilemma of if she was liable to ask the reason for his sister death. Or simply say sorry for it?

Why do people say sorry? She never gets it. Does it make the people who lost feel better? It looks utterly stupid to them.

She nodded meekly as she saw the flashes of pain in his mother eyes. She sits at the table, looking at the food in front of her.

"Do you want to eat something else?" His mother asked concerned, "I had no idea what you will like so I cooked whatever I thought you might".

She looks at a large amount of food bewildered, "No! I am just- I am just thankful. Thank you for everything".

I don't have time to sit down and eat with you.

Be a grown woman and eat yourself.

You should learn how to cook. Am I your maid? Do you think I am here to serve you?

You don't have time to eat. Just grab a quick bite and we have another shooting.

She remembers, sitting in the worn-down house, on cold ground as she waits for her mother to sit with her to enjoy the food. She had heard her friends speak about how their mother feed them and how they will always cook for them.

While all she ate was instant food and liquid, that is if they had money. Once she had money, she had no time.

She continued to watch her food as she feels a tugging in her heart. She raises her hand to eat, wincing because now that the medicine has worn out, everything hurts.

"This won't do". His mother said, sitting beside her as she makes a spoon for her, "Let me do it".

She turns to look at his mother and the small warm smile on her face almost wanted her to break down. Even when she could see the pain, deep in his mother eyes, they were still cheering her. Even when she (his mother) was hurt and wanted to cry, she was still here caring for her.

A tear escapes her eyes which she quickly wipes away, letting his mother feed her. She feels the warmth of her motherly travel through her body, somehow giving her the power to fight the darkness in her.

"I have to leave for work now". He said, standing from his place, "Is there anything you both need or anything I could get on my way back?"

She was about to say no when his mother spoke, "Actually, come back home early".

"Why?" He asked confused

"Because we are celebrating". His mother said smiling

"Um, ok?" He said walking away knowing his mother knows best

"What are we celebrating?" She asked once she was done with the food

"We are celebrating pain". His mother said smiling lightly, "Even if it's sadness we can celebrate it. Even if our heart hurts, we should celebrate it so someday, it starts to hurt less".

"What are we cooking?" She asked with a genuine smile, "If we are celebrating, we need a good cook, drinks, decorations and a cake".

Then she looks down sadly.