The more time passed, the worst my relationship with Mother became. But it all went down a Monday morning. I was baking muffins to bring to class the next day, I thought it would be a nice gesture for my classmates. I was finishing a Latin homework while they were in the oven, when she came downstairs.« You know, Valérie was really disappointed to see you didn't join us yesterday. She wanted to introduce someone to you » she started.
Here we go again.
« I had homework to do. And I don't want to be introduced to her son, I know him already. Remember, Valérie's birthday party ?» I said calmly.
She scoffed at the word homework.
« When are you going to come back to your senses? » she asked bitterly. « You don't need all of that » she motioned to my Latin homework.
I had to remind myself to stay calm, I didn't want to start a fight. Again.
« I do. You know I want to get into university » I reminded her shortly. I started gathering my stuff as I was running late and knew staying here would cause more harm than good.
« When you say that, I wonder if I failed your education » she sighed.
I stopped in my tracks.
« What do you mean ? Thomas, Gabriel and Jean-Marc all went to high school. Jean-Marc is a doctor and Gabriel is a successful writer in the press. Both went to university, and I don't think you failed their education » I argued.
« It's not the same for you, darling » she said, lighting a cigarette. « I would have loved for you to take over the flower shop, find a nice husband and give me grand babies »
« Remember the deal with dad, no talk about this until the end of the school year » I told her, carefully placing the muffins in a box. « And maybe one of your perfect sons will give you a grandkid » I snickered.
« Don't take it like that, Honora. And watch your mouth » she threatened.
« How else am I supposed to take it !? » I asked loudly. « You promised I could try and go to school for one year, that if I proved I could do well, there would be no more talks of marriage and flowers. You know what, Mother? I'm doing good, really good. I may not be top of my class, but I am doing more than fine. The teachers are congratulating me, and telling me that if I keep working like I do, I'll get my diploma without any worry »
She tried to talk but I kept going.
« Can't you even try to be happy for me ? » I pleaded. « I know it's not what you wanted for me, but I'm happy. I really am. So why can't you be proud of me? » I asked with a small voice.
Her mouth was wide open, no sound coming out. After a few moments, I understood she would not answer my question. I simply got my things and left without a word.
Once at school, I offered some muffins to the girls.
« Sorry about the state of the muffins, they ended slammed on my kitchen table this morning » I laughed.
They both eagerly took one.
« You fought with your mom again ? » asked Simone between two bites
I laughed it off.
« Yes, she was so sad I could not meet her friend's ugly son » I explained. « As if I don't have enough boy issues here »
They laughed.
« Does he go here ? » Michele asked.
« Thank god, no. He's at that rich kids high school, in the suburbs » I told « It would be my last straw, Antoine at Voltaire »
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