Through his eyes

39

"This is Rosá Hunt, your mother"

What the fuck
What the fuck?!
What

The

Fuck

?!

"I'm gonna leave the two of you alone" Zoe said quietly as she left us alone in the living room.
My body completely froze as these words left Zoes mouth.

She was dressed in black dress pants with a light brown sweater and a brown coat neatly folded next to her handbag.
Her brown hair that was curling at the bottom and her rosy cheeks and bright eyes, she looks so... beautiful.

There she is, my mother. She slowly approached me smiling as she wiped a tear away,
"C-can I hug you?" She asked timidly in a French? accent.

My eyes grew wide, I still can't comprehend the fact that she's really here! I let my backpack drop to the floor as I took long strides and engulfed her into a hug.

That's when I completely broke apart, I tried to hold the tears in as best as I could but I wasn't able to.

"I looked for you everywhere, and I finally found you" she said wiping the tears from my eyes, "I am so sorry I wasn't there for you"

"It wasn't your fault" I said starring down at her
"I'm so sorry Théodore" she excused herself again, taking both my hands in hers.

"Did he... hurt you?" She asked waiting patiently for an answer,

I know it will break her heart when she finds out that my own father put his hands on me, but I also don't want to lie to her.

I slowly nodded my head not looking into her eyes, she placed her hand over her mouth and turned away from me,

"It's not your fault, please don't cry"
"I should've fought harder when I had the chance to! But I was so young and naive in a foreign country, mon dieu I truly am so sorry Théodore, I really am"

I took her hand into mine

"I survived it, m-mom"
I felt like my hearts going to explode any second now, I've  never said those word to anyone, it felt unreal calling her my mom.

She smiled at me
"It's not mom it's Maman" she said scolding me playfully,
I almost forgot that my mom is French, meaning that I'm also half French. Her little accent makes her sound even cuter

"But at least this woman uh Zoe? she took good care of you?"
"Uhh erm, it's complicated"
She raised her eyebrow at me,
"I-I'll explain it, later"

Worry started to flash in her eyes so I quickly tried to switch the topic,
"Uhh have you met Will already?" I asked
"The little boy? He is his and Zoe's son no?"
"Yes" I nodded, when suddenly Zoe cleared her throat, "Will and I are going to get a few things for dinner so we will be back in an hour or so" she smiled politely almost... afraid

I nodded not looking at her, which my mom seemed to realise.

After Will and Zoe left I showed my mom our house,
"Where is your bedroom?" She asked out of curiosity
"Uh right here but I didn't really clean it-"
Before I could stop her she opened the door to my bedroom.

My bed wasn't made, homework and books scattered all over my desk, fresh laundry on my chair I've been to lazy to put in my wardrobe and some of Wills toys on the floor.

To say I was embarrassed is an understatement.

My mom started to laugh as she took my bedroom in
"You got that from your father" she went further inside taking everything in.