Mess Series #1: Faded Smiles

Faded Smiles #26

Faded Smiles #26
Doing the fourth bullet: Make my mom happy

Aryl's POV

The deafening sound from the alarm clock woke my senses, thus I rashly stood up from my bed to prepare myself to cook for my mom.

"I'm sure mommy would be happy if I cook her favorite," I said excitedly as I took the final step in our stairs.

As the moment I arrive in our kitchen, I saw Yaya Minda who was busy preparing ingredients for our breakfast. I walked silently to her side and clear my throat for her to notice me.

"Why are you up to this early, Miss Aryl?" she asked as she wipes her hands using a small white towel that she is holding.

I uplifted my cheeks and ran my sight to the kitchen whilst walking to her direction to help. "I want to make a special breakfast for mom."

I saw how her eyes widen which made me giggle and pinch her wrinkled cheeks. "But..." I cut her words by putting my pointing finger on her lips.

"Can you help me, Yaya?" I pleaded and she nodded counted as her answer.

I gave her a warm smile and walked towards the kitchen to get the garlic shredder.

I started to shred the garlic and it took a minute to finish it and preheat the on that I put earlier on our stove and put oil to it. I waited for about 5 minutes and put the garlic that I shred on the heated pan.

I'm trying to make my mom her favorite breakfast— Friend rice, bacon, hotdogs, and eggs. I even made a coffee for her with plenty of creams because I know it is her favorite.

"You need help, Miss Aryl?" I am busy putting the rice in the pan when Yaya Minda went to my side with her forehead creased.

I gently shook my head and smile as I glanced at her direction. "No Yaya, I can manage this. I want it to be special."

I felt a warm hand that patting my shoulder that trying to comfort me that made me smile even wider.

"Smile. Your daddy said, your smile is your best asset to cover up your pain. Your smile is beautiful," my young mind always reminds me what my dad, no... What Mister Torres, always thought about my smile.

After an hour of preparing, the table is now set for my mom's breakfast. I glanced at the table and I can't stop myself from smiling because of excitement.

I have a beam on my face as I walked towards the stairs to go to my room to prepare for school.

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I took another 30 minutes preparing myself for school and I saw mom whose sitting next to uncle Rommel in the dining table. My lips automatically uplifted as she gets the spoon that has a small amount of food that I prepared a while ago. Yaya Minda is busy preparing for her coffee that I made.

"Yaya, why is this too salty? Are you planning to give me a kidney malfunction?" mom asked as her eyebrows creased and walk towards the sink to dwell the food that she ate.

I swallowed very hard to ease the lump that was slowly forming on my throat.

"Uhhh--" I walked faster and beam nervously to her side and faced my mom.

"I cooked the breakfast for today, mom," I said without taking her gaze.

I heard her smirk sound and  I felt how my face redden as she slaps it really hard. "Are you trying to food poising me? Why? Are you tired?"

I gritted my teeth to hide my emotion as I felt the hot liquid flow from my eyes. "No mom, I just want to surprise you, that's all."

She looked at me with disbelief and get the plate that is full of food and confidently walked to the trash bin as she throws the foods I prepared without hesitation.

"You think I believe you! Huh? You killed my husband and now, you are planning to kill me too? Huh!"  I didn't respond to what she said and beam to her.

I managed to smile and walked towards her to gave her a kiss and to bid my goodbye but she refused it that add to the pain I was holding.

"I will prepare your food for tomorrow, mom. I will make sure it is not that gross. I love you, mom." I walked out of the dining and my tears start to roll in my face as I took heavy steps away from the kitchen.

"You need to make your mom happy. Cheer up!"  my mind suddenly thought, thus I beam a smile and wipe all the tears that we're wearing.

But I instantly stop walking and looked up to the owner of red stilettos and I saw a mom who has a dark aura on her.

I gulped for a second and bowed my head a little to divert her gaze. "What are you doing, mom? I am going to school already. What do you need?" I tried to act normal but my heart is really beating to fast.

"You will never make me happy! Because I saw you, you reminding me of my tragic past!" she said and bumped my shoulder as she walked in again to the kitchen.

"Mom, why me? Why do I need to experience this kind of pain?" I shouted throughout my lungs that made her stop and faced me with her emotionless aura.

"It's because..." she stopped and divert her attention and walked again inside the kitchen.

"Aryl woke up! It is because you are that fruit. You are the living proof that she got raped." my hands are now trembling and full of sweats as I clenched it.

But...

"Is it my fault? Is the child that becomes a fruit in that immorality should take the hatred towards her mom?" I asked but my tears from falling answered me with a cold breeze of the air welcome me as I took the step outside the mansion.

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To be continued...

A/n: what do you think is the exact reason for a mom to hate her own flesh? What do you think of Madelaine's reason for that treatment towards Aryl?