Traces of Sand (R18)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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He was in deep sleep. I made sure he was before I left his room why would I be in the center of these problems. Why would I feel guilty about her death? I'm not the one who made her sick, but I still feel guilty every time I see him in tears. I felt like I'm torn apart. I was being selfish I know that and I'm not proud of myself anymore.

I took a deep breath before proceeding to my room but my feet made its way to Mama's room. Curiosity suddenly entered my system. Her door was open enough for me to see her standing in a distance. 

I heard her as she answer her phone call eye brows furrowed and eyes were burning with impatience as always. She massage her temple and tightly shut her eyes. I stood there beside the door enough to see her after that she ended the call. She throw her phone in her bed it bounced twice before finally it finally rested. 

She sat on her huge bed and stood up again as she looked like someone who remembered something. She went to her nearest cabinet that was made of narra wood my dad gave it to Mama as an anniversary gift during their nth honeymoon at Sierra Madre. 

She searched for something inside of it, she bent a little and took something in it. It revealed a shiny glittering box that had a color same to a rose. She brushed her fingers against the dust that was slightly covering on top of it. 

It was my first time seeing that box after that she finally decided to close the doors of the cabinet and went back to her bed bringing with her the box. She opened the box and took a small brown envelope there was a small pentel pen writing on the side of it but I couldn't see it clear. I stood in the middle of the way and knocked through her door. 

She faced me with a shocked expression but then mabilis naman itong nakabawi. She composed herself and held uptight her chin. She faced me a grim expression her eyes were too dark to see any emotion but deep within was fear, a new one I haven't seen in her eyes yet till now. Her hair was tied in a perfect bun she always had a color of natural black just like eyes she never dye her hair not in once. But if you take a look closer at her hair may mga puti na rin itong buhok dahil sa stress.

From her head down to her body all of them were natural. My mother doesn't like plastic surgeries she would never go to her derma for anything like those only if she or any of the members of the family will have some skin problems but she can always call Dr. Fatima Analde immediately, our Family dermatologist. She's also our aunt. My mother has big trust to those who has served our family for more than a year already. 

Inilapag niya ang mga papel na kinuha niya sa envelope bago tumayo muli at sinalubong ako "Did you finally convinced him?" she asked habang papalapit sa akin. I showed her nothing I did not smile nor convey any emotion. I also know who she's referring with. 

I knew it was right to make decisions like that especially because she's our mother and Dad is not with us to consult with ours, pero rushing to make it happen without even thinking about my brother's decision, I knew where this will lead to. What she wants she'll always get it in a rush time.

"He's still thinking about it pero I don't think magiging madali yun sa kanya" I said her almond eyes were in a rounded shape, her eyelashes were almost pointing upward and she looked disappointed at what I said. She placed both of her hands on her waist and leaned a bit through the door of her walking closet.

She came closer to me enough for me to breath and move she moved, her thick eyebrows upward "so you're thinking that letting your brother go to America won't be a good decision hmm?" she asked her lips forming into a thin line.