"What disgrace have you brought to your family Benedict Evins! You really-"
A swarm of embarrassment flew over Ben's face when Mum began her rant. The shock of being caught - in the act or rather by words, he doesn't know, and it doesn't matter. But she, she found out. And she wasn't happy.
"You were to just study, get a good education and a stable, well-paying job! Get a wife soon, a family then, provide for them! A simple life! No abnormality or rebel!
All I ever wanted was a life without such hardships! And you-" She yells, he's sure the neighbours must hear. He doesn't know them, no one does. She moves around the house, ranting while aggressively going through her chores.
"you abandoned everything! What happened to Ben who won the first rank in school? The boy who wanted to earn and make his mother proud?"
A pot is thrown into a gravel basin, she stomps back onto the wooden table in the kitchen where he silently sits and seats herself facing him. If he were, to be honest, she was making it out to be more than it was, but he was no dim-wit to speak opposing the older and wiser.
Children listen and obey.
Tears furiously flow down her old face as she stares at her son with pure betrayal.
"You can't go one like this Ben," she tells him with her hoarse, broken voice. He knows, but he doesn't want to.
"Dance is for the tramps. They have no life, no future, no education, money. It's not something we - people with higher standards pursue. It's not a job, it's a waste of your education and hard work.
Quit it. And until you do, don't come back to me."
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TBC
