Our Tainted Dream

Two: Unforgettable Past

A mother, A friend.

"Mum" I called, my voice small. With a book to my chest, I peeked into her room to see if she's there. Negative. I peek through the corners of the hallways, into the open spaced kitchen.

"What are you cooking?" I asked, smiling. She turned around and smiled back, warm like an angel's smile. "You don't cook cookies silly." She joked, gesturing me to come over. I hurried over to the counter; curious of what she was doing. "Then why are they called cookies?" I asked, making her giggle and pat my head, coating them lightly with flour.

Flour decorated her dark brown hair, on her nose and hands. A bit of chocolate chips on her cheeks. I shook the flour off my head and jumped to my toes, "Will it take long?" I asked, staring into her blue eyes.

"A few minutes then we'll put these babies in the oven." Mum smiled, gentle and sweet. I crossed my arms, puffing my cheeks at her. "That's mean." I muttered, making her giggle. "I was wondering." I started, her blue eyes staring into mine, ocean waves washing over me. "If you can teach me about planes and how they fly."

I had always been a curious child, always wanting to learn, to explore. Planes were one of the things I was eager to learn about. How they dart through the blue sky with such speed. It poked my interest.

She put the tray of cookie dough in the oven while I cleaned the counter, putting the leftovers in one place. After we're done, she reached out a hand, in which I took in excitement. I did not go to school while my brother does. Father said it was a waste of profit. But somehow I managed to catch up, learning the bits and twist of of math and science. English wasn't as hard, but it's fun to learn as long as it's staying by mum's side.

Ding,

The timer... dinged. Mum gestured for me to wait as she went to grab the baked cookies. She came back after a few minutes with a steaming, warm bowl of love. Too much?

"Sorry," Mum muttered, putting the bowl down on the low table. We both sat on the carpeted floor, papers and books and drawings scattered on the wooden surface.

"I'm not good with engineering stuff." Her lips played a small pout, her hand patting my head once more, ruffling the chocolate strands.

"I'm having fun." I said, munching on the cookies. "Really." I reassured. Planes or no planes, learning is fun when she's around. My friend, my best friend, my mother.

She is kind, and I am grateful to have her.

The hours passed faster than usual, probably because we weren't focusing on the time. Loureis was in the room too, snuggling in mum's lap, body sprawled on the floor as she helps me colour my doodles.

"When is papa going to come home?" His voice was sweet and small, green eyes bright with pure curiosity. Mum smiled at him, brushing a piece of dark hair from his face. "Papa's coming home a bit late, darling." She smiled, stroking his hair.

Yawning, I stood up, heading to the window by the bed. I looked out the window to see father's car parked outside, his tall figure bent over the door, picking his case.

"Loureis," I called, making him grunt quietly. "It's Reis." He giggles, green eyes staring at me to continue.

"Papa's home." Loureis calls him papa. But I do not. Well, not around him at least. But I used to; until he told me he didn't like it. Coming out of me.

Loureis stood so quickly he almost hit his head on the table, thankfully avoiding it. "Papa's home!" He chirped and ran towards the door, tripping on the rugs. "Careful!" Mum stands, taking my hand and running after him.