Visits of the DEAD

Mother

After cursing my teacher for a minute or so, for giving us so much homework I left my room, super hungry and started my mission of finding some food not cooked by my daddy, not poisoned by a rodent or not eaten by any ghost and which tastes good for bonus. Finding food which masters my terms is very hard to find in my house. Sometimes I feel like all the food disappears when iam hungry it's like they have this alarming system which goes off whenever I need food.

Finally my mission was accomplished after five minutes I sat on a chair with a mars bar in my hand feeling all happy and grinning like a champion. As i was gulping the last piece of the bar my stomach growled like a dying walrus, I need some more food, god I eat more than a baby elephant.

Don't go on my tiny figure, I can eat more food than a Chinese village and iam proud of it.

Unfortunately, my tiny mars bar was finished mission reopen I taught and started my hunt, while finding my criminal stomach some food I did't notice my dad was in the kitchen now.

"Hey dad" I said never looking at him.

"Do you want something to eat" he asked almost sounding like a person in the advertisement who goes like are you sad? need some money? then give us your gold and we will give you some cash? *terms and conditions apply*

"Duh!" I said what am I doing right now, finding food for my dying walrus inside my stomach and whta does it seems like to him? 

"Ok then, let me cook" he said. Nope not happening. Honestly, iam too young to die ans iam also not inspired by Kesha's song 'Die Young'.

"No you are not cooking, let's order a pizza" or poison. He nodded and exited the kitchen to grt hold of his mobile and dialed for pizza.

"Nice save" I muttered to myself.

After thirty minutes as guaranteed by the pizza company, our pizza was in front of us smelling best as ever. I was ready to attack the pizza crust but my attack was postpone cause like a good daughter I was waiting for my dad to come. He came with loose coins in his hand and ask me to atttaacckkk!

"So dad how was your day?" I questioned biting from my pizza

"Fine" he replied biting the pizza and switching trough the channel from the remote in his hand and finally settled for a news channel.

"Just fine?" I asked again completely bored from the news.

"Yeah, yours?" he asked instead of shutting the topic

"Mine was ok" I said

"Just ok?" he asked smirking at me..oh I get it he is playing the famous 'if you are bad, then iam your dad' game

"Ohh daddy, don't try to play Kimaya Kapoor on me" I said

"umm...dad" i started "can I ask you a question?" I asked 

"Yeah" he answered. Now is right time for this

"What was my mom like?" I questioned collecting everything I had in me.

"Nice, just like you" he replied receiving an annoyed look from me.

"I know that daddy, you always say that"

"I honestly don't remember" he said looking at me

"How can you not, just tell me, and no more reasons" I raised my voice pointing my finger at him

"ok..ok you don't have to get all worked up because of this" he said raising both of his hand clearly surrendering.

"She was the best thing happened to me ever" he started and I looked him in the eye my eyes twinkling and getting ready for the story I've been waiting for.

"She was very beautiful, you have her eyes and was the best person I've ever seen, may sound cheesy but it's true. I don't really remember where we met but I do remember that my mother loved her when I brought her home for the very first time." he said smiling at the memory in his head

"But what happened to my mother" I asked, smile now fading away from his face

"She met with an accident after your fifth birthday. We were good indoor but your grandmother said that it is best if we have an outing while she babysits you, we left for a long drive but your mother never came back" he said tears brimming his eyes.

"How she met with an accident" I asked

"I don't remember, I lost my memory after it but your mothers memory will always stay with me" he completed wiping tears from his eyes refusing to cry in front of his fifteen year old daughter.

"Iam going to bed" I mumbled giving my father some time alone.

As I walked up to my room my brain was full of taught, it wasn't an accident I knew about, it was that curse my grandmother told me about when I left her house to come here. Why daddy can't remember the curse which took all his powers and abilities and which also killed my mother. It is so messed up and too much to wrap my head around. Daddy says it was an accident it can't be accident are too mundane to kill our family it was something bigger.

I don't remember a thing why? I was just sitting there thinking about what happened to my mother and what was it my  family is cursed about, our phone went off to produce really irritating ringing noise. I ran to pick up the phone daddy beat me up to it and picked up the phone before me.

"Hello" he greeted to the person on the line

"oh..Mr.Singh what is it?" he asked the man speaking from across the line and henceforth i discovered that the phone was from India.

"How?" he asked to Mr.Singh who was our neighbor in India as far as I remembered. I looked up at my daddy who was currently rubbing his hand over his face and the look of tension plastered in his face.

"It's not possible" he called out again this time his hands moving up to his eyes  is he crying why? 

"Okay, iam coming there" he said, coming where? What happened? He dropped the phone- receiver from his hands and ran towards me

"What happened" I asked 

"Your grandmother is no more" he said putting his head on the palm of his hand crying out-loud. The sight of watching him crying was very disturbing I never saw my father like this. I never saw this coming actually I taught one day he'll know about his mother's death. I felt bad for him and started crying.

"We are going to India" he said between sobs.

"When?" I asked  rubbing my eyes.

"I don't know let's me check the flight tickets first"

"okay" I mumbled

"You go pack your bags" he ordered and disappeared into his room.

I went to my room completely lost. Like any pathetic drunk person I even ran into furniture placed near my room. Once I reached my room I started crying again this time not holding it but crying out-lou. I knew my grandmother is dead but seeing my dad crying was not good for me. I picked up myself and ran into my bathroom to wash my face.

When I was done with washing my face and crying again and again washing my face I decided to not continue the cycle but face the misery bravely.

I pulled out two duffel bags from my wordrobe and started shoving my clothes inside it.

Time to go to India.