Everyday, I Fight!

Chapter 6: Refreshing Fred!

Mom has been in a cheerful mood these past few months. She giggles and then sighs. She mutters something and then just gets lost in thoughts. She squeals for-God-knows-why, and then she becomes like a zombie without a brain...

With dad gone and mom in such a mysterious state, I wonder what'll happen to the rest of us. Especially poor helpless little me.

"Hehehe..." Mom loses herself in imagination, giggling while mumbling, "eat lots... he's gonna... don't worry..."

What the hell is she even doing? More importantly, how can she cut vegetables so diligently with that sharp a knife, while being lost in thought...?! Isn't that impossible?

"Mom," Helen suddenly pops up beside her, catching her off guard as mom flinches with nervousness, "are you in love?"

The knife drops from mom's hand with utter shock at what this child is saying...!

"This girl...!" I think with sheer bewilderment, "Does she have any idea what she's even suggesting...?!"

"Well you see..." Mom plays with her fingers, slightly shy, "Umm... you see," she pauses, then she chuckles a little and then clears her throat, "I-I think?"

"I see," Helen says with an expressionless face and goes to the back door to resume her training. She looks at mom one last time and then leaves with a prolonging sigh of boredom.

"Nothing new," I hear Helen mumble with a stoic face.

"Oi, can somebody here at least inform me, what the heck's going on...?!" I think with distraught. Both parent and child are so damn unpredictable! Urgh!

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The door was knocked on with a very loud sound that echoed throughout the house like a hammer hitting a nail. So damn annoying!

The living room clearly resounded more noise since the front door is nearest to here allowing my eardrums to sting bitterly.

I shrieked with all my voice when Carmine, who was also fed up of the noise, came running to my rescue. However, she began screaming with me, too.

Helen came to check up on us and the noise. When she arrived, she saw us and our eyes met, but then she just nodded and left with a stoned face, leaving me silent without a word. I was at my limit and so fed up that I pooped in my underwear...

Yet, this was not the time of embarrassment, rather planning.

That's when I saw Helen again who had tucked and pulled mom by the skirt, away from the kitchen and into the living room, pointing her index finger towards me and then at the door.

I could vaguely make out what Helen was saying to mom, "'Your... guest'? Hmm... 'Your guest is here...'"

I fumbled down on the cradle, on top of my poop with a disgusting squishy sound that followed. With the top of my lungs as loud as i could, I began to wail.

"I've had enough now!" I thought to myself.

Mom, who had been brimmed with excitement earlier on, was now in befuddlement, as she came rushing towards me, panicking with a confused fake smile. Her face clearly indicated she did not know what to do. Too many things were in progress already.

The metal door flung open with a beep sound that followed. A grey silhouette stood at the middle of the door. The sun rays were far brighter, so I couldn't quite make out, our visitor's face. All I saw was the shining golden hair of the guy who seemed to be in his 20's.

"Hi, Mom!" the man cheerfully greeted with a dazzling smile, as he entered the room with the door behind him closing automatically, "Did you wait long?"