"I love you, mom."
She floods me with kisses in response.
She breaks the kisses and looks at me. Tears shining in her eyes.
"Say it again." She pleads as she starts to cry again.
"I love you." I say. I want to cry but I won't. If I cry too then who will comfort her?
"I love this too. But say th- that again." She stutters.
"What?" I ask with confusion. What else did I say? Did I say something wrong? Tell me I said something which broke her heart and I'm ready to cut my throat. Just tell me.
"Call me mom." She pleads.
I smile. What a fool I am. If she wants me to call her mom. Then I will call her.
"Mom. Stop crying mom. I will die if you cry. Who will love you then? Mom? Are you listening? Mom." I emphasize every time the word 'mom' comes.
She cries harder and hugs me tight.
"I have been dying to hear you calling me this. Wh- What would I- I d- do without y- yo- you?"
She slaps my cheek lightly.
"And don't even thin- think of leaving m- me. Let alo- alone th- think. Un- understand?" She stammers heavily in between.
"Okay. I won't say it again. Happy?"
"Happy." That 'happy' came out as a whisper. It hurts to see her like this.
I grab the plate containing food. Its cold now. But still.
I cut a piece of steak and hold the fork against her lips. And she eats happily.
She rubs my cheek gently and tries to say something but coughs instead.
"Don't talk." I grab the glass of water and make her take a few sips. My other hand rubs her back. Just what she was doing a few minutes ago.
"You should eat. You have to take your meds. If you don't eat how will you take them?" She pushes the plate when I try to cut another piece.
"I can cook another one." I say confidently.
"Cook?! You don't even remember your name and talk about cooking food." She smiles and then joins her hands in front of her face and touch her forehead to the joined hands. "No. I don't want one. You will set the kitchen on fire. So, no. Please."
I laugh. How cute she looks doing that.
She gets up from the chair and heads for the fridge. I follow her like a lost puppy.
"Let's cook some more on your birthday! Ready son." She raises her hand for a hi-fi.
I even return it. But I'm still confused. My birthday?
"What is today?!" I ask with the word 'confusion' written all over my face.
"Oh. I forgot. I forgot that you forget. Today is your birthday, honey."
My birthday. Cool.
Let's go then!
I stand beside her looking for something to eat. I will help her but I need to refuel my energy. Oh! There is a basket full of fruits. I aim for the apple but she swats my hand away.
"Can't a person fucking eat an apple in this house now?" I squeal.
"Oh darling. First finish that thing on table. Then eat anything else."
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A Night To Taste
ParanormalThe story revolves around a sweet and adorable Katerine Rose who is married to the country's biggest DARK LORD, CEO of Sanchez Security and the worst nightmare to exist. She does not know that she is with the person , she is not supposed to be with...
