PART 13

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"Why I can't find the things I need" my mother murmured, rolling her eyes at the softeners.I looked left and right to see if there was a salesman around. "it probably would be here"My mother stepped forward and said, "We made a mistake by coming here. I can't find anything I'm looking for" she complained."Come on... You just did not find only one thing" I said "You love complaining" When we finished our groceries in the cleaning section and went to the oil section, I took a big pack of chips. I opened it and put a large slice of potato in my mouth. My mother turned around when she heard a squeak. She widened her eyes and looked at me. "Have you started eating again?"Hardly swallowed, "No"She looked at the pocket on my hand and slowly shook his head from right to left. "You need to see a psychologist""You probably mean a nutritionist""You have an eating disorder caused by stress" She read the expiration date of the oil and put it in the basket.Then She stood in front of small portraits hanging on the wall in the furniture section. My mother graduated from painting. Her biggest dream was to travel and paint in his favorite cities and display them in museums. After marrying my father, she limited her fantasy world and decided to paint based on her inner world. After we were born, she used her talent to help us to paint apples and pears for our art class. That's why when we made a mistake, she would say, "I gave up my dreams because of you" I still remember the day when my father said to her when they fight "It's not too late to start" I heard him say, "Take your brushes and go wherever you want" I still remember that day. She looked at a glass of water in the kitchen for like hours and said nothing to us. It seemed to my mother that great sacrifice for the person she loved, such as giving up her dreams, had never been taken into account in all these years."Why did you come with me?" she asked."I wanted to help you""Natalie, You are 28 and you have never helped me with groceries. You hate it" "Fine. I thought it would be good if I get used to shopping" I said."I don't understand" turned to me.I knew it wasn't the right time to say "I ...". But I also knew that there will not be the right time to talk about it. "I want to move to a separate house"My mother stared at me from top to bottom. "Don't eat chips alone. Take your favorite juice with you" she said."I'm serious," I said. I was very annoyed that he didn't take me seriously. Like I'm not 28 years old, but a pampered teenage girl aged 15-16. "You have to respect my decision," I told her. "Why do you want to go home alone now?""I don't think that I am want to marry in the next 2 years. For a long time, I have dreamed of a house that I want to have its design, furniture, wall paintings. Let's discuss the evening with my father. I want to talk to him and move to the other house ""The other house is 3 floors above in our apartment"Before my brother married my father bought a house for Henry so that he could be closer to us. But they wanted to live in another district as they wanted to stay away from the crowd and noise of the city center. Then we gave the house for rent. But Neighbors complained about every tenant that moved to the house. They all caused problems each time. The first family talked loud at home at night and disturbed the neighbors. The wife of the second family had caught her husband at home with another woman. That night, everyone, including us, watched as the woman threw her husband's clothes out screaming. The third family, who lived next home, said that they were not a family at all. When we said that different girls and boys came in and out every night, we understood what was happening. The last time we gave the house to a woman and her 6-year-old son. One night, his husband, came and stabbed the woman in 8 places in front of the little boy. From that day on, my father put an end to the idea of renting. "I know. That's why I know it won't be a problem, "I said."We'll talk about it tonight," she said. "I do not think this is the right time to move our house. Because I still do not trust Paul and his family" I understood the reason for the uneasiness in her face. After what happened, they do not even want me even to go out alone.The basket was getting heavier, and my mother was still halfway through her home purchase. When I heard the notification on my phone, I stood to rest and read the message from Madeline. It was not difficult to guess what the video file would be about that Madeline sends to me. The videos she sent were usually about motivation, positive thinking, or the benefits of sports. Recently, all the videos she sent me were about positive thinking.At the bottom of the video file, she said, "You must see this."The video was shot on TV. It was impossible to hear the video from the noise of the store crowd. I turned up the volume of the phone and got a little closer to myself.I saw the headline "High Speed lead to death again" I could barely hear the voice. But when I saw the image, all the sounds in my ears became blurred. A white Lexus Ls was taken out from the river with the help of the crane. It was not known what condition the front of the car was because it was still in the water, but the car was tilted. This showed that he had hit the bottom. Then Madeline's phone moved closer to the TV - to the number on the back of the car so that I could easily read the number.My hand emptied the basket. The cart moved to the right and crashed into the pickle and canning compartment. The sound of the jar crashing to the ground brought me back from the phone screen. When I raised my head, I saw the water from the broken jars of acid reach my shoes. Suddenly, the smell of vinegar filled the air. My mother looked at me with her hand over her mouth. My eyelids became heavy. I felt warmth on my cheeks. It seemed to me that the people gathered around us came not for the sound of jars falling to the ground, but for the news. The car number was Paul's car number. My head was shaking. "I" My tongue was stuck in my palate "I ... I didn't do anything," I said.

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