Cheska with a remorseful expression on her face, stands in the kitchen, nervously preparing a cup of coffee.
Martha sits at the table, her back turned towards Cheska, still visibly upset from their last night argument.
Cheska pours hot coffee into a mug, her hands shaking slightly.
She adds a dash of milk and a spoonful of sugar, trying her best to make it just the way her mom likes it.
She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to approach Martha.
Cheska's voice trembled, "Mom, I... I made you some coffee. I know I messed up earlier, and I'm really sorry."
Martha's shoulders tense up, but she remains silent, refusing to acknowledge Cheska's presence. Cheska's eyes well up with tears, her guilt weighing heavily on her.
"Please, Mom, I just want to make things right. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Martha's silence continues, the tension in the room growing thicker by the second. Cheska places the cup of coffee gently on the table, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cheska slowly broke down into tears, "I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. But I love you, Mom. I love you so much, and it kills me to see you like this."
Martha clenches her fists, her face flushed with anger and hurt. She abruptly turns towards Cheska, her eyes filled with a mix of disappointment and frustration.
Martha whispered aggressivly, "I don't want your coffee. I don't want your apologies. You think a simple gesture can fix everything? It can't, Cheska. It can't erase the pain."
Cheska's tears spill over, her voice quivering with heartache.
"I just... I just wanted to show you I care. I'm so sorry, Mom. I don't know what else to do."
Martha's gaze softens for a brief moment, but she quickly averts her eyes, unable to fully let go of her anger.
"You should have thought about that before. You can't fix everything with a cup of coffee. Actions have consequences."
Cheska clutches her chest, her sobs now audible. She turns and rushes out of the kitchen, leaving the rejected cup of coffee behind.
Cheska, her face streaked with tears, slowly walks away from the kitchen, her steps heavy with sorrow.
Her cries intensify, echoing through the empty hallway, as the weight of her actions and her mother's rejection bear down on her.
The hallway remains silent, save for Cheska's anguished cries. Her tears flow freely, her voice choked with grief.
"I'm so sorry, Mom... I didn't mean to hurt you... I love you... Please, forgive me..."
Cheska's cries carry a desperate plea, a yearning for forgiveness and reconciliation. But the heaviness in her heart tells her that repairing the damage she has caused won't be easy.
She takes a deep breath, attempting to steady herself, but the weight of her mother's anger and disappointment continues to crush her spirit.
Cheska's cries grow louder, echoing down the hallway as if to emphasize the depth of her remorse.
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Unspoken Desires
General FictionCheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
