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"Do you have to leave?"
Evelyn looked up from her coffee with a sympathetic smile. I mentally cursed for her leaving me here. It wasn't that I was afraid or anything, at times I just wished Evelyn didn't have to leave at such unfortunate times and leave me helpless.
Evelyn had a break for the next two days which meant that she wouldn't be around the house and I would be left with Elias. She worked until the afternoon, so after that I would be alone with him. And as much as it worried me, I couldn't tell Evelyn not to go. That would be selfish and she deserved a few days off even if it was only for the weekend. So because of that, I wouldn't tell her anything and act like everything was fine.
"Why? I don't have to worry about you and Elias, do I?" She asked, appalling me at her reaction of the situation.
I sigh, "should I be worried to be alone with him?" I asked, my tone sarcastic, but she knew better.
"You will be fine Aurelia. I mean, you are dear, aren't you?" She pauses, her eyes assessing me up and down my entire form as if to find any trace of bodily harm or pain. That was what Evelyn was, a mother hen that was protective of me. I remember the time I'd gotten burnt by hot water while making tea, she's forcefully kept my hand dipped in ice for nearly an hour. I couldn't feel my hand for two days after that.
I knew she was didn't mean anything other than me finding out about my birth mother being alive. It was still a shock to me, the woman not showing her face all my life until her DNA traces and file show up in front of me a few days ago. She was alive. What frightens me the most is the part of me that doesn't wish she was alive while the other part of me is glad that she is. I imagined meeting her face to face and what she would be like, look like, and talk like. I want to know everything about her but especially why she left me. I'm afraid I don't ever want to meet my birth mother. Sometimes, you don't need to hear the excuses or what people have to say for themselves because their actions already spoke the truth.
"Aurelia?"
I looked up. "I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me Evelyn." I say sincerely, not wanting her to have any second thoughts. She assessed me for any signs of lying but instead she stands up from her chair, her eyes bright and tired.
