"I love you eternally. I love you as much as there are stars in the sky."
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Anaya just moved into a new city to escape a mother. She meets her neighbour who makes her feel like everything is right in the world. Her life is only just beginning to...
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Waltzing into the kitchen, Anaya walked around, familiarizing myself with where Malika placed everything. Also putting together a meal based off the ingredients she saw. Slipping into the pantry, a whole shelf was fully stocked with Poptarts, eliciting a small chuckle from Anaya.
Deciding on shrimp fried rice, Anaya got to cooking. Falling into a near meditative state. She preferred fully preparing all the ingredients before she started cooking and that is exactly what she begun doing. Going as far as dicing the green onions required to garnish the meal later.
Allowing her mind to drift as she went through the motions of cooking, she thought about her neighbour. Anaya couldn't lie to herself; she was painfully attracted to the taller woman. Moreso, she was developing real feelings. She like Malika. Her passion, her kindness, her confidence, her bashfulness. Anaya wanted more of her.
The ringing of her phone brought her out of her thoughts, breaking the trance she was in. Rinsing her hands, she picked up the phone. Her heart stuttered to a stop as the peace and tranquility she had been feeling shattered.
Birth Giver Calling...
Anaya felt her chest clench in what can only be described as terror. Gulping down her feelings, she momentarily considered declining the call. Instead, she picked up.
"Hello mom."
"Wow, you didn't even bother calling me this whole month. And then you have the nerve to take my daughter away from me? You have no respect for me young lady, just because you think you are grown doesn't give you any right to leave me all alone and then ignore me."
Anaya rolled her eyes at the tirade. Listening to this from an outside perspective, her mother was the victim. In reality, Anaya had called her multiple times since the move, her mother declining every call. But just like clockwork, Anaya knew why the woman was calling.
"I'm sorry mom, I was busy. You were also not picking up, I don't know what you wanted me to do," Anaya responded, her voice already tired. She glanced at the meal she was supposed to be preparing for the woman she was infatuated with.
"You are always giving me excuses, that's all those are. You can't even own up to your mistakes. Such an ungrateful child. You know what, as an apology, you should send me money. After all the years that I took care of you, all the money I spent on you. You have left me here all alone, you might as well pay for my upkeep," her mother spat out, contempt lining her words.
There it was, just as these conversations always went. Her mother had stopped caring for Anaya almost thirteen years ago to the day. Anaya wouldn't bring that up though. Her mother had hated her for the longest. She had long since stopped wondering why that was, what it is she had done to deserve the hatred she always had to deal with. Anaya felt herself shrink, the familiar feelings of unworthiness flowing through her. This was why she had moved.
