I'm sitting at the dinner table with a bowl of cornflakes and orange juice when my mother turns the key to the front door and walks in. She steps into the room and proudly holds up a key and waves it around, exclaiming, "Guess who got her own gallery? Right, that's Moi! I will have my breakthrough. Now all I need is a handful of loyal sponsors and then I'll finally have a permanent place in the artistic society. We need to celebrate this! Who gets the champagne?".
Grandma Sofia walks in and touches her daughter-in-law on the shoulder to make her turn. Akna twirls around overlooking the living room where things still linger as I unnecessarily prepared them yesterday. The room seems frozen. Like someone pressed pause on a bad movie.
"I'll be late for school. Bye." I rush out on my way out the door I hear my mom shouting my name but the shutting door silences every effort she took to keep me there. For what even? To embarrass both of us, me for thinking she would have more time for me now that we moved and her for being just herself.
When dad was still alive, a lot was different. We went on trips and posed as models for their pictures. She wasn't nearly as scattered and busy as she is now. Her priorities shifted so much that after my father died my grandmother had to raise me. She threw herself into work and found solace in achieving her professional goals. But without my father's support, she began to forget more and more about the things around her... to forget us.
I am proud of her for achieving her dreams, I am proud to be called her daughter but pride often only overshadows the fractures and shards that shatter in the process.
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FanfictionBora Xpiayoc, a few anger issues mixed with a huge fable for puppy-like people. After moving from Europe to Hawkins, Bora tries to survive high school as unobtrusively as possible, which works more or less well. When she thinks she can finally lead...
