Doris Walters felt sick with humiliation. Trust the whore to bring that up in front of other customers..
Her eyes were burning with unshed tears. She had to swallow the urge to go back out front, pick up a piece of wood and fell that painted trollop to the floor. That's exactly what she was with all those bloody kids! All different with each, all with different parents. Yet Emily walked around like she was someone. Hair done, makeup on, attracting attention - Doris saw her own husband looking at her - even though she was ready to drop another bastard on the Welfare State.
But that was these days; have kids and let someone else pay for them - honest hard working people like herself. They got a council house and furniture provided. It was disgraceful the way these young girls carried on. Whereas people like Doris, who had finished her education, worked and done it right, were left childless, having to watch as the Emilies of the world dropped chavvies like it was nothing. Which was her, obviously. What was this one? Doris screwed up her eyes in concentration for a few seconds. It would be Emily's fifth child in twelve years. She had had the first one when she was 14 years old. She'd been belly on display like she had done something good. She had given birth to four handsome sons, one after the other and even Doris had to admit in her more charible moments they were always clean and well turned out. They were polite too which was amazing considering what they had to listen to on a daily basis; that girl had a mouth like a city docker.
Doris Walters's jealousy knew no bounds when it came to to Emily Cooper. She was everything Doris loathed and Emily had everything Doris wanted; good looks, an open personality, and the ability to produce kids after a one-night stand.
Yoongi was watching his mother as she doled out sweets to her boys. She was as mad as a box of frogs but she did her best for them - he knew that better than anyone, and he loved her. She embrassed him at times with the way she carried on, although he knew that it was her way of coping with the world - with her life, in fact. She was a very loving, caring person and, as Yoongi saw it, people took advantage of her because of that. He swore that once and because he was the oldest son he would take proper care of her, and look out for her - especially where men were concerned . As young as he was, he saw a lot more than he let on, but he could only do so much until such time as he grew up. For now, he helped out in any way he could and looked out for his brothers too. Namjoon did the same with him.
Yoongi was aware they made a strange-looking-family but they were still that; a family. His mum made sure of it. Father Hagen had once described her as ' a kind and generous soul' and even at twelve, Yoongi knew exactly what he meant in street parlance! She seemed to attract wrong 'uns, as his nan would put in, but she had a spark about her that made people want to be near her. Her kids adored her, and a lot of the women on street admired her as much for her stance in keeping her numerous children as because she was clean as anything.
He rounded up his brothers and they kissed their mother on her cheeks before she shepherded them towards school and had another day of drudgery.
Emily watched her three eldest go. Then, taking her youngest son by the hand, she said with a big smile 'Shall we have a cup of tea and a bun in the Café? Be a lovely treat, won't it?'
Jimin grinned happily; he loved being the youngest because he had his mother to himself all day and that was paradise to him. At least for now that his mother haven't give birth to his brother yet.
I know that it's a mess right now but it won't be after some parts 💁 Whatever stream 'idol'
