MORNING STAR, a STARGAZING series the 1st

Chapter 4, I can't believe It was him all this time?

Always remember this, kiddo: mothers cooking heals everything. I might have a really rough day, but that was all paid off. That was a perfect night, I had my mother, I had good food, and I hate to admit it but I had my best friend. He's always like a family to us, though. I still had the uneasy feelings about the freezing cold situation out there, which was kind of strange knowing that we didn't have winter or cold season at its best. But let's just focus on what we're facing, the cream corn soup was so beautiful. I dug in and felt the soft-warm sweet corn filled me up. This, I said to myself, I never knew how much I wish this could last forever.

"So this is the legendary Byan's mothers cooking? Tasting lady Emilia's cooking, checked." Allan teased my mother as he digs another spoon. "You really are blessed by The Goddess of Cooking, Ma'am. Byan is so lucky for this, I envy him." He added. Who told him he could say that before me?

"Hey, that's my line. Besides, who allows you to say that? Nobody praises my mother before me." That's right, it's my mother's cooking. Unfortunately, The Goddess of Cooking was the one who's getting blessed by my mother." I said, having no idea who's this The Goddess of Cooking. If you're out there, The Goddess of Cooking, I apologize that you need to give up your throne for my mother.

"Well... now that you mention it..." replied my mother followed with a long silence. We both waiting. What...

"I always knew that one day you might figure it out," she continued.

"Figure out what?" I asked.

"Lemme guess, about this The Goddess of Cooking thing?" Allan stated his theory. We both chuckled, my mother did not, and she smiled.

That was awkward.

"I don't think they exist, gods and goddesses. That's just myth—" I added nervously. Suddenly my thoughts fallen back to the things happened this morning. They don't exist, do they?

My mother raised her eyebrows, "well...do They?" she studied me and Allan. "... or do Us?" she added. Something in her gaze gave me shiver. Us?

The light flickered, it scared me. I looked over Allan, his expression was stoned as he scared of what would come up after this. Damn, I forgot that he knew something about the strange things happened today.

"Byan," she said my name, my hand trembled. "Yes?"

"What if I told you that you were a demigod?" she continued. My brain really did a hard job to process her words, demigod? "Do you believe me?"

Allan stoned harder than before. "You don't mean it, Mom?" I asked.

"So, you don't believe me?" she checked on me, I didn't answer.

There was a long silence here. The light flickered again.

"Well," she continued, "because I don't either..."

What.

What.

What?

From what I could tell, Allan exhaled real hard that he almost bragged the table if he didn't hold back.

"Mom you scared me."

She giggled proudly. "Excuse me, I'm sorry but I think I need to use the toilet," he said and he ran his way through to the toilet. He must've been pissed himself, almost.

"It's been a long time since we had fun in this dining room," Mother said. She must be lonely when I wasn't around. I drunk the hot milk to calm myself down, "don't trust anyone who told you if you're a demigod, Byan." She said. I was surprised that I dropped the glass. Now I messed the table.