Mummy Hatred

Mummy Hatred has All its Rights Reserved. No form of reproduction by any means are allowed. Any copywriters found guilty will be dealt with severely. However, if you do need to use this story, please do contact me for permission. 

Hola.

My name is Roman Schercowitz. Yup, complex name. I don't know why the two dumb-asses that made love to produce me named me that. Well, they could have named be John or Jake or Shay? Why Roman? I'm born in the States, not in Rome. Sometimes I would sit on one corner of my room and ponder.

"Roman! Dinner's ready. Cooked your favourite today - Spaghetti! Quick get your butt here else the food will be in my stomach,' my Mum yelled. 

I gotta admit, I my taste-buds jump in joy for Italian food. But how stupid can Mum be? Food in her stomach? Oh please, I don't really care indeed. 

"Coming," I whispered.

Why do I hate my mum so much? She has only one eye. She said her other eye was lost in an accident. But who cares? She embarrasses me. There was one instance, she fetched me from school and my friends were laughing at me. I was deeply mortified that I ignored her the whole day. She simply disgust me. No one else has an 'eye-less' Mum, except for me, Roman.

My dad? He was a pilot in a local airlines. Was. He died during the Boeing 747-400 accident last year. Nevertheless, he left a huge sum of money for both my mum and I. I never had any financial difficulty till my mum got robbed two months ago. How careless she was! Still, she has plentiful of money in the bank. 

I went out to the dining room and found a gamut of food before my eyes. It was All Italiano. I started to salivate. But when I looked up and noticed my Mum's lost eye, I instantly lost my appetite. I dashed to my room and banged the door in her face. She went after me but who cares?

"Roman! Roman! Open the door! I have cooked these specially for my dear Son. Please honey, grab some food else your little tummy will be growling," Mum pleaded.

"Fuck off you dirty lady."