Personally 2 [Complete]

Chapter 3: Harry

After ending the phone call with my sister, I searched for all the ingredients to make white rice and beef. Because my mother is almost never home, I'm use to cooking for the both of us. I'll make dinner before she arrives. She always gets pissed when she has to cook herself.

"Hye, are you cooking?" My mother walks in with her fiance, Harry, following close behind. She's wearing a new cream-colored silk dress with dainty black heels. It bothered me how unusually cheery she is today.

"Where'd you get those?" I briefly glanced at her.

"You're future father in law got 'em for me." She squeezed Harry's arm slightly. "Pretty, don't you think?"

"Ah Harry, so you also buy her fancy things? You've got to teach me your ways. Is that really all it takes to convince a woman to quit her job and marry you?"

"Hye." My mother gave me the death stare. "Be respectful, understand?"

"Oh mother, of course I'll be respectful, and while I'm at it should I also consider wooing a rich young woman as well. Or maybe I should lose my dignity for an overzealous pompous like Harry." I narrowed my eyes at him. What are you going to do now Mr. Romantic? I doubt that you have it in you to be a man and handle me.

Harry fixed his tie and showed his perfectly straight white teeth. "I'm sure we have a sort of misunderstanding. A terrible one at that. If time weren't so scarce, perhaps I'd sit with you and clear things up." He thinks for a second. "Oh, I've got it" He snaps his finger, moving closer towards me. "How about I treat you and your mother to dinner -and you can bring anyone you want."

This is one of the reasons why I hate him so much. He thinks he's so powerful and important. All the traits of a narcissist with money. All the traits of that Cunningham. " See, here's the thing. You might be used to buying friends and family and apparently wives, but you can never buy me."

His stupid smile finally disappears. He adjusts his suit for the fifth hundred time and lightly squeezes my mother's hands. "I'll see you tomorrow, Tracey."

I stared at my mom the whole time while Harry left. She had embarrassment written all over her face. Actually, I haven't seen her this upset since dad left. She can't really have feelings for Harry, right? She's still crazy about dad. He's just a rebound who will go away soon enough.

"It's okay, he's not right for you. He's reducing you to a house wife whose forced to depend on him. Is that what you want? Where's your dignity?"

"You don't get it." She whispered. "You think I care about things like dignity, whatever that means. You're wrong, I'm not lucky enough to get that privilege." She goes into her room slamming the door behind her.

I shook my head. I swear my mom acts like a child sometimes. But I can't say that she isn't right about her dignity. I guess I can't face the fact that what she does for a living is degrading. But this is just desperate. Mother how desperate are you? I continued cooking. I should meet with my tutor, Veronica, tomorrow. The sooner I get this school thing over with, the closer I'll be to restoring my mother's pride. You wanna rely on a man, mom? Fine, but only if that man is me.