You were 10 at the time.
You happily walked back home from school while humming a tune of your favourite song. Usually, when you get home, your mother will either be in the kitchen or tend to the garden in the backyard.
Opening the door to your house, you called for her, announcing that you were home, but didn't get any answer.
Scanning your surroundings while taking off your shoes and changing to sandals, you hang your coat on its place on the wall before you venture further to check for the kitchen.
There was no one, but then you heard the sound of dirt digging at the back, behind the white door that leads to the small garden you have.
Smiling at yourself, you quickly turned around and rushed upstairs to change your uniform into casual clothing before running back down to go meet your mom.
As you open the back door, there she is.
Tending to bunches of lavender flowers.
Always.
Your heart warmed at the sight. And since you don't want to disturb her, you softly close the door behind you and decide to just sit on the little stairs.
For the past two years, after your father left you at 6, your mother had never been really into gardening again. In that moment, you do your best to keep the flower alive with all the knowledge you get from seeing your mom doing it.
There was this one time where you accidentally killed some of her flowers because you put the wrong fertiliser.
It's scared you to death beyond anything else.
You try your best to fix it, but the damage is already done.
Sensing something was wrong with how you kept going back and forth from the storage room to the backyard, then back to the storage room and again to the backyard, your mother decided to check what's the problem that made you linger in the same spot.
When you realise that your mother is standing behind you and trying to see what you are doing, you prepare yourself to be scolded, reprimanded, or given some sort of punishment for your mistake.
But to your surprise, she only brushed it off, then picked you up from the ground before bringing you back into the kitchen.
She placed you on one of the chairs before she left for a moment and came back with a first aid kit. You subconsciously furrowed your brow when you saw what she brought in her hands.
Upon seeing your confused state, she softly laughed. Her voice echoing through the empty room. Somehow calming your beating heart just by the sound of it.
She gets on her knees in front of you, placing the kit beside her before she removes the clothing that covered your knees. You look down at now your exposed area.
Just then you finally realised they're bruised.
Then your mother carefully takes care of it. You'll hiss here and there from the sting, but she gently shushed you and said it will be over in no time.
After she's done, she tidys up the kit but does not get up right away.
Instead, she takes both your hands to hers that you've been keeping on your lap. Then she told you to look at her, which you did.
Looking into her otherworldly beautiful blue eyes, you feel your heart skipping a beat. You subconsciously tightened your hold in her hands.
She gives you her motherly smile, "My love, I may be upset because it dies, but I'll be more upset if you're hurt."
YOU ARE READING
Chamber of Secrets | Ghost x Reader
FanfictionWhat would you do if you were reincarnated as Makarov's child? - - - > Follow the storyline of MW2 and a little bit of MW3. There will be a lot of twists here and there, which kind of makes...