Dad parked his car at his usual spot - in front of the garage. We all alighted. I and mom headed down to the house and left the men to bring down the shopping items.
England, at this time used to be sunny - It was summer. So, it was the perfect day to go shopping.
We entered into the house and met grandma sitting on her rocking chair. We greeted her but she didn't reply. Well, truthfully, I didn't give a damn. I hated her so much - She never appreciated the things we did. It was either one fault or the other.
"Mom, what's wrong this time?", my mom asked.
"Nothing. Did I do something wrong?"
"Of course, you did nothing but your actions show something"
"Whatever you say". Her eyes caught mine. "Hey! What are you looking at?"
"Mom, don't talk to her like that. She is your granddaughter".
Dad and my brothers entered and dropped the bags.
"Now, the outcasts have arrived".
"What is the meaning of all these mom?!. I don't want to disrespect you but this is my family for Christ's sake and even you don't have the right to talk to them this way".
Grandma slowly stood and chuckled.
"Now, you dare raise your voice at me because of these people?"
"These people are my family and so are you. So, you had better accept ...
"NEVER! NEVER!!, Melrose. I will never accept them as my family. You have brought shame into this household, Melrose. None of us had ever thought of marrying a black, a Nigerian for that matter. You had the guts to invite a curse into this family".
"Mom... WATCH YOUR TONGUE!"
Grandma gasped at mom's statement.
"Melrose, what did you just say?. How dare you? I am your mother!"
"Yes. This is my husband and my children. They are my family".
"Oh, I see. Since they are your family, then you are a stranger to me. I don't accept strangers into my home".
"What is this you are saying mom?"
"Mom? I don't know you neither do I know these people. So, if you wouldn't mind, I would like you to take your leave. You have overstayed your welcome".
"Mom, you know we have no where to go. Please, don't do this".
"Are you deaf woman?" I gasped in shock. " Take these things with you and leave my house!"
I had already started to weep.
"Fine!. We'll leave. I don't ever want to see or talk to you again. So, you had better stay out of our lives".
***
I pulled myself back together. I was eager to see the woman who pursued us come back to beg. I wondered what it would seem like. I descended the stairs and met her sitting with her hands clasped. She hadn't changed much. Still had short gray hair amd black eyes. She just added a little weight.
"Oh my, gracious me! Is this Helene?", she asked looking surprised
"Of course", dad replied.
"Hello", I greeted.
She stood and moved closer to me. Surprisingly, she began to weep.
"She is a replica of her mother. She reminds me so much of Melrose. Oh dear, how beautiful you are!".
YOU ARE READING
BROKEN MIRAGE
General FictionI'm a girl who lives in a world that doesn't seem right... My family is one hell of a family and my life hasn't been the same since my mother left... She left a note and it's my duty to find her and right the wrongs that have taken over my world.
