𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

16#𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐄

This break for sure was going to be the worst. I mean, I and my sister aren't even on speaking terms at the moment. I was no longer mad at her until this morning when she spilt the nonsense she spilt.

Earlier this morning, she had come into my bedroom and told me that we were going to see mom today.. together.

What sort of impromptu arrangement was that?

She didn't seem to care and was about leaving when I blurted that I wasn't going anywhere.

I'm aware that mom has been wanting to see me. She has been requesting we meet and talk. And that's exactly what I've been avoiding. I neither want to meet her nor talk to her.

Don't they get it?

Today has been so dry and it wasn't even 4 yet. I'd give you a replay of my uneventful day.

I woke up to see Renna at the door, she left, I tried to sleep again but the anger dissipated the sleep away. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up.

I made breakfast of toast and tea because Renna had gone off somewhere and I didn't care. I tried solving a few past questions, when I was tired, I went to WhatsApp forgetting I didn't have chattable contacts.

I closed the app and went into the living room to watch a movie. The movie wasn't giving me vibe and I was hungry. So off to the kitchen I went, grabbed a soda and cupcakes.

I went back into my room and tried watching my favorite Netflix series on my laptop. I napped a bit and here I was in the living room watching that same stupid movie.

Turns out the movie was a trilogy. A four hours movie. Is the universe trying to mock me?

I switched over to the channel I'd never visit if I was in the right frame of mind. But today I clearly wasn't. So I put on the football channel and tried watching it. I put all my attention in the game, even though I didn't understand a thing I was watching.

"I didn't know you watch football now. I guessed I missed out on a lot of things." My heart legit stopped beating.

That fucking voice.

The voice that would calm me whenever I was crying on my childhood bed. The voice that'd advice me if I felt sad or bullied. The voice that sang me to sleep on cold nights.

The voice that had abandoned me.!

I snapped my head to the entrance door and there she stood in all her glory. She was in a beige fitted sleeveless dress that stopped right after her knee. She looked beautiful as always, but more beautiful than I've ever seen her. More beautiful than the adverts I had seen her on. She had a beautiful light skin I always envied. She was endowed, unlike me. She was my mother so why couldn't I look more like her?

She was smiling but I could tell that wasn't her best smile, it was forced. It was sad.

"What are you doing here? Who let you in?" I said when I found my voice. She proceeded into the living room until she was few metres away from me.

"In case you've forgotten it's my house as well. I can come in anytime I want and leave whenever I feel it." She replied although there was a croak.