iisuperdaughterii

CHAPTER 2

“Oh my god!” Ryan uncle said. He shaked his head and moved his hands. Then, he held his head. “This Lillpad 3.O is dizzy,” he said. He went to the kitchen with all of us (including parents) following him. He poured water to a glass from a jug. “Are you okay?" asked Humble uncle. Ryan uncle replied positively.

All of the elders went back to the office. The office was basically a room with six chairs, and a laptop on the desk. Also the wall was multicolored with an ‘S' , like the superman ‘S’. I was not allowed to the office though, when mom recorded herself.
We went again, to ask the same question but this time Aunt Nata dismissed us by saying, “They're shoo- working right now, you can't interrupt you know.”
So we just went back and did our homework, all of us thinking what in the world let us wear these expensive shoes, which when people saw, they asked “Woah dude! What do your parents do?” to which we could reply nothing because how hard we would try to find out, we could not get a single hint.

But all of this before I turned nine. Suddenly, people stopped coming to our place. When they did, mom did socialize with them, but it felt as though those people had work mainly with Humble Uncle. I remember being left at at school sometimes. I would be there in the group, but I couldn't quite relate when meetings of my friends's parents didn't happen at our place. I couldn't get why didn't mom go to Hanna's house whereas Humble uncle did. Instead mom used to be in the home , I would often approach her, and could see her reading a book (which she used to hide whenever I came), or simply staring at a framed picture of an old man with grey hair with mom besides him. That was my great-grandfather. I used to call him ‘Nanaji’, although mom insisted on calling him ‘Parnanaji' but I just loved the word ‘Nanaji'. Moreover, I loved the way mom said ‘nanaji'.

I was nine, apparently very young to understand why was mom depressed, why would she often be sad, why was she suddenly free in December, and mainly what did mom and Humble uncle do. But I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I would just try to love mom, but I felt she was distancing me from her since I'd turned nine. I realised that maybe mom's freeness of time would have been the reason. But again, don't people want free time to love their kids ? Here mom had exactly that, then why on Earth was our relationship changed and why it was not the same.

Mom never took me shopping. Never. Whenever I'd gone shopping, I'd gone alone, and thats what I remember. Mom would give me a list and some money, and I had to buy the items on the list on my own. Whenever I asked mom why, she said, “Sweetie, you should know how to handle life on your own”.

One fine day, I decided to ask mom the reason for her sadness. I thought that I would ask mom all of the questions I had in my mind, among which , the most essential one was regarding generation of so much money, which could buy nearly everything I would see. I walked into mom's bedroom. I saw her staring at the lyrics on her wall, with Nanaji's framed picture lying on her lap. “Mom!” I exclaimed. “Yes, sweetie,” mom said.

That's a wrap and zoop!