The Adventure Began at Holmes

Dealing with Mother

As I walked through the door to me and my mother's small flat, I smelled something baking. "Pie. Apple pie." I thought. 

"Hi, sweetie! How was school?" 

Great, the same dull generic question that's she has been asking me for years. "How do you think? Dull, boring, predictable. Just the same as always. I don't get why you keep bothering to ask." 

She looked a little hurt but shrugged it off because she knew my temperament. "I made some apple pie, would you like a slice?", she asked a bit too eagerly. 

"Fine, I will have a piece of your stupid pie if you answer my question for once. Who is my father?" I stared at her intensely, trying to read into her reaction, which was the same as always. She looked shocked and hesitant, but then she slowly began to speak. 

"You really want to know, huh?...well...alright. I suppose you're old enough now." 

"Mum, I'm almost seventeen, I was old enough when I was about six. You know how I am and that I would have understood. I think you are just holding it back for your own selfish reasons."

 My mum looked down and fidgeted with her hands nervously. "I just think that if you knew, you wouldn't want to stay with me anymore. That I'd lose my daughter." 

I rolled my eyes a bit at how dramatic she was. "Mum I always come home and you know that. Even if I don't come home for days, I always come home." 

She looked up at me with a sad look in her eyes. "I worry, Sadie." 

"Yeah, but you don't have to, I can take care of myself Mum." 

She took a deep sigh. "You truly want to know? Alright, but you might not like it so much..." 

I rubbed my face. "Yes, I want to know, I've been asking all my life. It's time." 

So my mother sat on the sofa, took a deep breath, and began.