Sovereignty

Chapter two

The continuous fretting and worrying, that constant caring and lavishing, that sudden bust of charisma, that's what Mrs. Allerton could be summed up as after the birth of her child. The narrowing of eyes at whomever had even seemed to want to hurt her 'πολύτιμες φ?ς' by just a stare. Had she not, once got a man arrested and imprisoned for two weeks over a stare? She had claimed she felt her child's life had been threatened. She claimed that it was attempted murder that could have been brought about by attempted rape. But the case didn't go far, she was being historical and slightly delusional as everyone claimed but either way, her child was still safe. It's normal, right? For every mother to care about their offspring with such an intensity and yet again, every mother should, they just had their different levels of showcasing it and different ways at that. They all love their young ones, deeply. Mrs. Allerton loved hers.... deeply. She always wanted what was best for her child. Her child was the best of all after all. She wanted to see her child grow and flourish. Have kids of her own whom they would take care of together. She wanted to nature every second she lived, pour fresh water in the soil she had been planted so she'd grow, grow into a high tall burning flame, grimacing and breathing, full of life. She wanted to polish her so neatly and place her on the highest shelf, encased in a glass globe away from the thieving, greedy hands of the rotten world. A glass globe where only she could see her bloom but not touch. Not touch because the world had already touched her and she had become dirty and filthy like it. She was so disgusted by herself. All the poison, dirt and filth that outed her body... and yet, and yet she was able to bring to the world something so pure, so sweet, so delicate. She would never let the world have that, 'they'd ruin it, they would. They would ruin everything. She can't trust them. She can only trust me. My little Eudora, Eos Eudora, beautiful Calliope, muse, μούσα μου,my angel, it's okay, Σε, αγαπώ, I'm here, θα σε προστατέψ?'.

She is a mother, and mothers do what is best for their daughters and maybe that's why Mrs.Allerton had nearly chocked on burning rosemary tea when Eudora had slightly breathed about the idea of renting out a room in a university in the neighboring state, which she hoped to attention. Her mother had wined about why she would want to go and leave her family behind. She said that their small state might be old but still had a couple of things to explore and why was she in such a rush to go to university when her life had just started. Eudora had tried to turn that point against her mother who twisted her point against her and blamed her for wanting to run and leave her poor mother alone to die. Eudora had claimed that she hadn't given the idea much thought and didn't even remember suggesting a trek out of home just to get her mother off her back about the issue. It was clear to her even before anything that her mother would never accept such an idea: spending over nearly a year away from her? That was almost impossible. Besides, she was more of an indoor person, her mother had groomed her that way, so she wouldn't mind staying at home through the next decade of her life. She'd need to spend at least several weekends and a few weekdays from home, making new friends whom her mother knew nothing about and eating all the things she hoped to try out, like one of those extremely, she assumed, sugary Kellogg's berry bars she always peeps at while at the supermarket that her mum would never let her touch. She didn't want anything to change, she just wanted a small gap, a small room to call 'private'. But not big at all, she was perfectly content with her life. Her mum had quickly told her to brush up the idea and sweep it out of her head which she had done even before mentioning the subject and left her mum to take her tea in peace. But knowing her mum, she'd try to butter her up about the joys of home and try to buy her anything she'd want at the moment or always wanted. One time she'd even gone on a cruise, but a private cruise, with a friend and family. But now that she was eighteen about to turn nineteen, she really didn't need anything more. She had grown accustomed to her way of life and grown to love it as it was. She had all she wanted and possibly needed there was nothing more to offer. Honestly, everything would have been just fine if her mother had swept out the idea like she had suggested and now she was struggling half way into another state trying to figure out the life of a camper for a month. How did her mother even come up with such an idea? She must have picked up one of her magazines and accidentally landed on an add about the Winders' camp and decided that this would cure her very tiny need to travel either once and for all or temporary either way, she won. Either that or it was one of those camp reservations she always got from friends she never gave much attention and decided this was the most suitable. Maybe she just wanted her daughter to open her eyes to the effects of traveling for long distances. If that's what she was aiming for, then she might call it a success as Eudora was already dreading her return journey.