Stuck together

chapter 2

24- October 2012- two years ago             

 

“Careful honey! You will fall if you rush down the stairs”  

“I will be fine mom, I won’t fal—ah!” 

*thud*

There was a moment of complete silence after the sound of something falling. 

“Jasmine!—honey! Are you alright?”, Holding the spatula in her hands, an elderly woman in her late thirties wearing a blue apron came running to the stairs, only to find her daughter splayed at the end of the stairs holding her ankle with her long light brown curly hair-locks embracing her body completely.

Worried that her daughter was injured badly based on the loud thud she heard from the kitchen as the impact of her daughter falling down the stairs she hurriedly asked her, 

“Oh my God! Honey! Are you alright?...” her mother crouched down to her daughter’s level and worriedly patted her head to make her daughter look at her. 

Slightly tilting her face, the daughter looked at her mother with her bright emerald eyes glossed with tears and a frenzy smile. She looked at her mother and laughed lightly.

I am fine woman! You worry too much haha”

Jasmine laughed to shake off her fall as a joke but soon her laughter came to halt when she saw her mother glaring at her. 

“Show me” her mother demanded her looking straight in her eyes. 

“Show you what” Acting confused and avoiding her mother’s eyes, she tried to act oblivious.  

“Show .me .your. ankle. Now.” This time, it was more like an order than a demand and for some reasons Jasmine couldn’t find the perfect words to answer it and kept on fumbling with her words. 

“what do you mean...I—", just when Jasmine was about to make another excuse, she saw her mother raising an eyebrow and her eyebrow wasn’t the only thing that was raised....

“Alright! Alright I will show you my ankle! Put the spatula down, Woman!” 

As she said that, Jasmine started rolling her jean’s to exhibit her newly formed purplish blue bruise appearing on her beautiful milky skin.

She hissed lightly as the jeans rubbed against her skin. She looked at the bruise forming on her ankle and made a disgruntling face and scrunched her nose looking at the nasty bruise. 

“Woman? Huh? Have you forgotten your manners or are you taking too much of an influence of your father huh?”

“well... you love it when Dad calls you that--- ouch! Why are you hitting an injured person?”

Jasmine’s mother felt proud after she had just swung her spatula and smacked her daughter with it, right on her bare shoulder. She then looked down at her daughter’s now bruising ankle and did a series of tsk tsk tsk. 

“look at it now...I told you not to run down the stairs....how old are you to still slip down the stairs? Honey! Evan! Come here and have a look what your daughter has done.”

There was a mixture of worry and anger in her mother’s voice as she called out for her husband.

“Mom, he is not home and stop making this a big deal....I am totally fine--- Ouch!”

Receiving another smack of the spatula she cried out again,

“what was that for?!”. Her mother gave her a sharp look and said,