Mommy loves you most in this world

Untitled Part 5

The soft tune of an unknown song is playing from a contraption above. It was shaped like a globe with hanging cartoon animals in the colours of black, yellow and brown. The tune is very soothing, enveloping the dim room in a comfortable atmosphere that would lull anyone to sleep.

You watch as the contraption spins slowly, the tune continuing to play but soon, the volume of the song decreases until it finally stops and the room is gripped by silence as if the melody never existed.

The room is not silent for long as the door swings open slightly and a woman in her early 30s peeks inside. Her light blue hair is hanging loose around her shoulders and she's wearing a plain set of casual shirt and jeans.

"Darling, you're awake" she states in pleasant surprise as she opens the door fully and walks towards you, "I'm sorry mommy took so long. An annoying person just wouldn't stop bothering me so I got home late" the woman stops to stand beside where you are, a wooden box with white railings on either side. She places her hands on top of the railing before reaching down to hold you against her soft chest. Hugging you closely but not too tightly as if you are precious treasure that should be handled with care.

Her embrace is warm and comforting like you're being carried by a cloud and warm sunshine is caressing your cheeks.

"My cute baby" she coos, "You know mommy would do anything for you, absolutely anything. I love you, my precious baby. Mommy loves you most in this world" she bends down and gives a kiss to your forehead, smiling down at you with eyes filled with adoration and warmth.

"Are you hungry? Come, I'll go make you some milk then I can read you a story before bed" she says excitedly as she turns around and carries you out of the room.

The two of you go downstairs into a spacious kitchen with white countertops and modern appliances; the white ceiling lights illuminates the whole space though strangely, some small parts of the wall near the entrances are still shadowed.

The woman hums softly as she reaches for the box of formula in the cabinet before heating some water over the stove. Her movements are swift despite carrying you in one of her arms.

As the water boils in the kettle, she says in an aggrieved voice, "You know, darling, your aunt is so mean. Your father and I loved each other so much- but, of course, I love you the most. Nobody's more precious than my baby" she quickly corrects herself, slightly flustered as she hugs you tighter and readjusts you so you are now in her other arm.

With this change in position, you can see the wall again with the strange shadows. Small, dark shadows that the bright lights couldn't chase away no matter how hard it tried. There are many of these shadows dotting the pale wall like a firework exploding in the night sky.

"We loved each other since we met in college but his sister didn't like me. She was a wonderful girl too, clever and resourceful although she was just a little special. Your father and I didn't care about what she thought since it was our life and our love so nobody else but us should have a say in it" she frowns, "Eventually, your grandpa had to step in since she kept making trouble for us but sadly, he's not with us anymore. He was a good, kind old man" her voice is affectionate with notes of melancholy at the mention of your grandfather.

The kettle let out a loud whistle to indicate that the water is finally boiled and like a professional handling her craft, she pours the formula and water into a baby bottle before sealing it closed with one hand.

She shakes the bottle in one hand offhandedly to stir it as the two of you leave the kitchen and enter a spacious living room with large cozy furniture. The tall windows show the violet sky and orange clouds, giving the room a warm glow as streaks of sunset filter through the glass.

Securing you against her chest, she sits down on one of the couches and stops shaking the bottle. She shakes the bottle again once over her hand, letting droplets of the liquid fall onto the back of her hand to test the temperature.

Her hand immediately turns red when the droplets come in contact with her pale skin. There are also other painful looking welts on her hand with some already filled with liquid.

She smiles happily, "Alright, the temperature is perfect. It's time for din-din, darling" she raises the bottle and places it into your mouth as she holds it up for you so it won't fall.

Her blue eyes look at you full of doting love as she feeds you, "Don't drink too fast, baby or you might choke" she warns lightly, "Take your time and grow big and strong just like your father" she looks up after she speaks and looks to the other couch across the two of you.

A man with short black hair sits hunched in the middle of the large seat, the spot where he's positioned is darker than the rest of the fabric and a knife is protruding from his chest. He is disheveled and completely motionless like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

"You never talk to me anymore, honey" the woman says with sadness, "You used to be so lively and you cherished me like I was your most important person. When we were children, we'd talk for hours on end in this same room until our parents told us to go back to sleep. But it's okay, it must be busy at the company these days. I know you're doing everything you can to provide for me and our cute darling" her voice shakes slightly with gloom but she continues to smile at him nonetheless.

The woman takes your bottle away and stands up, "Come on, baby. Let's not disturb your father any longer, he needs to rest now"

You're carried back to the 2nd floor, passing by the kitchen as the woman steps over the large lump with long blonde hair leaning against the wall. She stops for a moment when the two of you pass by a mirror and with a large smile on her face, she turns to face the reflective glass.

"Look, darling. You're truly, truly the cutest baby in the world" she praises you with glee, hugging you tighter into her warm embrace. She places her cheek against your soft blonde hair, sighing in contentment.

Inside the mirror, a beautiful woman was a carrying a small body wrapped in a dark stained fabric. The child's brown eyes were open but they were empty, his cheeks were slightly sunken and his skin was too pale to be normal. It was obvious from a glance that the child was dead.

"It's time for bed. I'll find a book and read it to you so wait for me, okay?" you arrive in the dim room again and she places you down into the crib gently. She winds the baby mobile that hung above a few times, the dangling cartoon animals moving as if they were merrily dancing.

The soft tune of an unknown song starts to play, enveloping the room in a sleepy atmosphere. The only sound that can be heard inside the entire house. The woman lovingly brushes her hand against your head then quietly leaves with light steps and closes the door.

Soon, the song comes to a stop and the woman peeks inside.

"Darling, you're awake"