A shot at Love

Chapter 16

A/N: Very small chapter but the next one is boom so hehe...

Today was just another Tuesday at Aya's house, currently her daughter Anaya was sitting on her long chair munching on a mango. It all started when her daughter told her how a tall girl in her class called a short one ugly and it became Aya's responsibility to teach her the things she was never taught.

So, she took out a mango from her now not so full fridge, as she had planned their trip to America, and cut a messy chunk handing it to her daughter, "Sweetheart, how does it look?" She asked.

"Mommy that's so ugly" she answered scrunching her nose up in disgust. Aya let out a chuckle on her cuteness but deep down she was so considerate about making her daughter understand that beauty was not at all what was visible to all, "I think you should eat it and then decide if it's pretty or not?"

And her little cheese ball did exactly that, grabbing the chunk of Mango from her in her tiny chubby hands, she threw it in her mind and as soon as the flavour spread in the cavern of her mouth, her eyes eased and she flashed a smile to her mother, "That's so pretty,Mommy!". She clapped her hands "Can I have more?"

Aya' s heart eased and she nodded, "Do you want the mango first or do you want to know something good?" She asked half expecting the mango to be chosen, but her daughter had to surprise her, she gave her a small 'something good' and waited for her mother to continue.

"Just like the mango you just saw, sometimes the things that look bad or broken are actually the sweetest ones. The same goes for people. But sometimes the prettiest things are the bad ones. Got it?"

Her daughter's mouth formed an 'O' and soon she nodded "Yeah."

Aya handed her more chunks of mangoes some perfectly cut and some messy. All along she kept giving her daughter small lessons about life like how sometimes the pretty things were actually good too. Once, the meal was done and Aya had helped her daughter down to the ground, suddenly Anaya spoke up, "Mommy?"

"Yes, dear" came the reply, her mother had left the dishes where they were and crouched down to her daughter's level, taking her small hands in her own.

"Mommy, I think you're pretty too. Your face is broken too but you're the sweetest." She kissed her mother's cheek and left the kitchen, giggling to herself. And there stood Aya lost in a stance when a tear rolled down her eye after so  so many years.