Huff n' Puff

{fifth}

"Mom? I'm home!" I call as I take off my slip ons and slip on the house's slippers. I put the pair on the shoes' rack and walk in.

"Honey, I'm in The Nest right now! Can you bring me the cookie jar, please?" mom shouts, her voice muffles with tiredness. I sigh and answer, "With milk, okay?"

"Chocolate!"

I giggle at my mom's childishness and go to the kitchen to oblige her demands. My mom is a novelist. Meaning, it is almost everyday she sits in front of her laptop, glasses perched on top of her sharp nose. Her pen-name is Tetra, I don't know why, while her real name is Tera Lee; she is half-asian and half-caucasian.

She was a former model and quickly exited her job when she met my father, Louis Walker. She then pursued her career as a novelist, which father clearly didn't agree on; but with her stubbornness, he relented. They would fell into argument, always; but they never did think about divorcement, so I just shrugged it off. But when I reached 15 years old, the crack between them was so far that I could sniff their divorcement; a month later, they did it.

I let them and I never felt any regret. Of course I missed my father, but looking back, my father didn't really care about me much; the only thing that kept him love me was just my grades. And when I told him that I was thinking about being a writer, a novelist, like mom; he was mad.

I didn't even ask him that question again, and my father too.

The Nest is our library and mom's workroom. We call it The Nest because we have a usual night out on Fridays, just between the two of us, which involves popcorns and Netflix. And sometimes, Safiya would join.

I take the cookie jar and a glass from the cabinet, pouring chocolate milk in it. I grab a tray, putting them on it and get it on my hand.

I walk to The Nest and smile when I see mom, seriousness overcomes her pretty, ageless face. I put the tray beside her Mac, "Your order, Ma'am?"

She laughs, craning her neck and taking one cookie, "Thank you, Darling."

I take one too, "Mom, Safi gonna come tomorrow and we'll have a sleepover."

Mom nods once while chewing the cookie, "M'kay."

notes :

Encountered writing block for the past few days.

Good day!

;)

-Jojo-