Chapter Twelve

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Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

I reached home an hour later than I was supposed to be home

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I reached home an hour later than I was supposed to be home. Luckily for me, dad wasn't home. It was just me and mum having dinner, and honestly, I couldn't have been more glad.

Whatever dad did, or said for that matter, seemed to have really upset mum yesterday. Because my mother is not one to break down. Especially not in front of others, and never in front of me.

We were both sitting at the table, eating mac and cheese. I had made the effort seeing as mum was still tired when I got home.

"How was school, honey?" she asked.

I put a mouthful of the cheesy goodness in my mouth, "It was alright. G & T art class was cool. We started our projects, and Mr Adams, the art teacher? Yea, he said he'd help me."

"Why would he help you with the class project?" She said.

I hadn't thought about that myself. "Well. No. It's not-" I took a deep breath before continuing, "It's not exactly for the class project. It's something aside. He said he wanted to assess my level of ability or whatever. For future reference. Hey, my painting made it up on the wall. The one I did last year. You remember it, right?" I said, trying to change the topic.

"I guess that makes sense - you're really good at art. Always have been. I'm proud of you, sweet heart."

"Thanks." I said.

Five minutes passed by silently, and each of us, I guessed didn't know what to say. Mum was probably thinking about what had happened yesterday. I was thinking about how to approach her with this. I wanted to know that I'm here for her.

"What happened yesterday? When I found you in the kitchen? What happened? Was it dad again?" I said.

"Can we not talk about this right now? It's none of your business. What goes on between your father and I stays between the two of us. No one is concerned."

"But I could be! I could help you, mum. We could do something about this. It's not fair. He's not allowed to treat you like this-"

"I know, sweet heart, but without him, we have nothing." She sighed, "That's enough for today, don't you think?" She smiled, and took both of our plates, and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me alone at the table.

What my mum had done to deserve this, I will never know.

What my mum had done to deserve this, I will never know

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