Innocent

pt.37

           He was never a heavy sleeper so as  soon as the sound of shuffling  from the hall way reached ears, his eyes automatically shot open.

Were they leaving again?

He thought and  immediately blasted out toward sources of the shuffling

His tiny feet in yellow tata striped crew socks took rapid steps down the hall

Unfortunately, the source of the shuffling generated from his parents' room

The one place he rarely heard shuffling from

And when he did they'd be gone not too long after

Unconsciously, his eyes got teary and brought his slightly trembling tiny hand to the golden knob of his parents' bedroom door 

He twisted the knob and decided to take a peek instead 

He saw  his father's tall figure roaming all over the room presumably in search of a lost piece 

He looked over across the room and spotted his mother who looked equally busy with her outfit- In front of her was her long and huge (🌚) cheval mirror 

The site of watching  his mother get dressed in such a  professional way triggered  his  emotions the most

He knew whenever he saw the all-white outfit, he wouldn't be seeing his parents for at least three weeks 

A fat bundle of tears began to stream down his face 

His mates thought he was perfect and had everything every kid in his age would ever wish for  

They thought having wealthy and famous parents was all  that mattered

   However, for him it wasn't

For him he didn't need his parents to be wealthy and famous 

He didn't even want them to be

If they weren't, he would have had more time to spend off with his  parents   

His parents  were the only true friends he had 

They were his source of happiness 

And  when he began to feel hints of joy in his life when they were around 

They took it back and left him hollow and empty 

And come back and fill the gap and  leave again

"Hey"

The deep yet soothing voice of his  father called out to him

He looked through his teary eyes at his father standing upright in all his glory with a smile adoring his lips

"Hey"

And then came his mother's much more soothing and way softer voice

Her tender voice and the concerned look written on her face only triggered his sorrow

It made him think of how much he would miss her

All the nights he would have to sleep in his cold  bed without his mother's body to provide the perfect amount of body warmth he needed

He burst into tears and those hot fat tears never stopped streaming down his face they only got worse 

There was just something about his mother which made him want to give in to every emotion buried deep in him

His mom was the prime agent of his happiness and now she was leaving 

Again

She always does