I just came back to our house the following week. To be precise, it was Saturday morning. I felt homesick as I gazed at our tiny house. The desire that had been hidden deep inside of me suddenly surfaced. Perhaps because I was preoccupied with living my own life while enjoying my freedom, I was unaware of that when I was in Nikita's apartment. Now that I am outside of it, I can sense it. In my opinion, not much has changed.
“Amelia?”
The sound of my mother's voice caused me to back off a step. She helped me return to the present. She just came out of the house. They had woken only moments ago, even though it was late.
What a surprise!
Without a doubt, they are leading happy lives. In the past, she tried to get up early in order to accomplish a lot of things, mainly housework.
“I am not only seeing things?”
I wanted to turn around and run away from her at that very moment. I still was not ready to speak with her face-to-face. I really wanted to renounce the conditions that Nikita and I had settled on. This is not something I can do. I feel embarrassed about it. Seeing her now makes me wonder if she is happy with her life. Her face is completely free of any signs of trouble. She appears younger as well.
When will I confront her, if not now? Will there be another opportunity and time for me? Nikita is going to be pissed off.
"Hello, Mom." as if I had just forced myself to say it, it barely came out of my mouth.
My friend Nikita also has a point. We have been fighting for a long time, so I should start here to make amends with my mother if I genuinely want to start over. I have to get over my resentment. Before I completely despise them, I should face them and hear their side of the story. Right, I am already here, so why would I back off? My name is Amelia, and I am a formidable lady.
My name is Amelia, and I am a formidable lady.
"Come in. Have you eaten?"
Without my knowledge, my mother was able to open our gate made of lightweight materials. I was preoccupied with numerous things. I stepped inside our house's yard, though my feet and body felt heavy. The moment I looked around, memories of my father and me returned to me like a stream. That is where his presence is still felt. I am unable to deny this. My chest constricted at those nagging feelings.
“Have you eaten breakfast yet?” As I did not respond to her previous question, she asked again. "Lusio and I had just finished cooking and making our breakfast. Amelia, you are welcome to join us now."
Not complaining, I followed her into our kitchen, taking one of my arms. There, I noticed her new husband, still in his apron, setting the table. He grinned broadly upon seeing me. Additionally, he excitedly grabbed another set of plates—possibly for me. No way, I won't eat with them!
"Amelia, you finally made it home."
The moment he said that I rolled my eyes. I want to talk nonsense and offend him. Is our bond strong enough for him to speak to me? What does he mean, then, when he says, finally? Nikita and I made an agreement, which is why I am here. I will never come here if that is not the case. I am not going to. I have no choice but to comply. I am just forced. I will, of course, continue to stay at my friend's house.
"Let us have a meal together."
“I came here to talk, not to eat.”
My stomach was complaining now that I only had tea before leaving Nikita's apartment, indicating that I was starving. When the aroma of freshly cooked chicken stew reaches my nose, it growls even louder. I was too lazy to warm up the food in the refrigerator back at the apartment. Additionally, for some reason, I missed Mommy's cooking. She is an expert at everything. Not that I told her that directly. I purposely did that, too, so I would have a reason to eat with her now.
"I understand, but since you are here, let us eat first. I want to talk about a lot of topics, so I am sure our conversation will be lengthy. As our talk becomes more severe and our stomach suddenly cries out for food, I feel horrible.
I no longer appealed to what she wanted to happen. She made me sit by her and then pushed food onto my plate. I am sure she had the same thoughts. We were both missing one another. Since it was apparent, I would be a hypocrite if I claimed that I did not feel that way.
"Go ahead, Amelia, have some food." I was too preoccupied observing her every move when she gestured to me.
It seemed like my last meal when I saw how much food was on my plate. All of those are my top choices. Nikita and I can eat similarly, but the flavors are very different, perhaps because my mother prepared it rather than someone else.
“Alright,”
In an attempt to begin my meal, I picked up the fork and spoon. Looking at them is mouthwatering. Lusio sat in front of the table silently, and I chose to ignore him. I was aware that doing so would simply cause me to lose my appetite.
“Go ahead, Amelia. Just do not pay attention to us." Right now, my mother's voice is a little shaky. "You have to believe you are the only person at the table. Never assume that we are with you at this moment. Just eat everything you want. That does not bother us."
I followed her advice as if I were hypnotized. Eating at the table, I pretended to be by myself. I could feel them glancing at me every now and then. I ignored them. Sadness washed over me as I was doing that. Even though my father is no longer with us, I wish we could go back to how my mother and I once were, even though I know that is not possible.
"Are you alright? Would you like some water?" My mom asked me in a hurry.
My eyes began to moisten at the four corners. I sniffed to stop my tears from falling. I am terribly missing them. The way we start each morning with our meals. However, the situation has already changed. My mother got a new husband, and Dad was gone forever. There was nothing I could do to turn it back. Even if I shed blood, I could not take those moments back.
“Eat slowly, Amelia. You are going to choke. There is plenty of food, so slow down. A glass of water is right here. You can have some to drink."
When my mother handed me a glass of water, I took it. I gulped it down and finished every last drop. I then stand up to leave the table. My tears will start to come and go without stopping if I do not act now.
"I have finished my meal. I am grateful for the food. I already have a full stomach.”
When I left the kitchen without waiting for their answer, Mom did not stop me. She did not stop me because, as I know, she knew what was coming.
"All right, wait until we have finished eating. You can either stay in the living room or go to your room to rest first. Amelia, we will be done shortly."
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