Love you,Mom

Chapter:10: Resenting the curse

Author's POV

Emily opened her eyes. Tears fell down her amber eyes. Her past still haunted her, pained her. Although it was painful, she couldn't deny it. She loved that man. She loved that man with everything she had. How many dreams she had. The day Allen was born, Emily imagined how wonderful  Allen's whole life would be. She would have loving parents, a happy home and everything she could ever ask for. 

What did Emily do to deserve this? Is it punishment for choosing the man she loved over her parents? But what did Allen do to deserve this? Deserve what was coming for her?

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. 

"May I come in?" It was her father.

"Yes." She replied with her hoarse voice. 

Her father entered the room with a tray in his hands.

"I noticed you were looking intensely at those cookies. I know how much you love them. Well, your mother won't be a third wheel between you and the cookies anymore. Eat up."

She smiled. After a long time, she actually smiled genuinely.

"Its alright. I don't feel like eating anything now."

"Oh come on. I even sneaked in the kitchen to get them for you... pretty please." He had those puppy eyes Allen used to make when Emily refused to give her something she wanted. She always wondered where Allen got that from but now she realised. It's in her genes. 

"Alright. I'll have one."

"Have two. We've plenty." He pushed the tray towards her. On the tray there were her favourite cookies from her childhood and a glass of milk.

"Papi, how old do you think I'm? I've a daughter you know."

"But you still call me Papi."

"Umm..that's a habit."

"No matter how old you get, you'll always be my little Emi. Even if you become a old wrinkled granny."

Emily felt tears trickle down her cheeks. How could she live long enough to be an old grandma? She was..

"Uh uh Emi, why are you crying? Is it because of what your mother said? Leave her be. You know what kinda woman she is.."

"No, it's nothing. It's not because of mom." She wiped her tears with the sleeves of her dress. 

"It's alright, you can complain to me how much you want." 

She felt her father's arms embracing around her. She welcomed the warmth it brought. That night she cried her eyes out. She felt that little Emi crying in her father's arms after her favourite toy broke. That toy was her most treasured article. But now..her life wasn't as simple as that.

While on the other room, Allen wondered why her life had taken such a turn. Why did she hate her mother? Why did she blame her? Why did her father kick them out?

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The first light of morning  peeked through the gaps of the curtains. Allen slowly opened her eyes. After a good sleep for only half an hour, sleep broke up with her. She had been trying to get back with it the whole night. But it didn't work out for the two of them. She looked at the grandfather clock ticking on the wall. It was 6 am. Was it okay to get up now? Would anyone be awake now? Will her mother did get up early but the sole purpose of that was for getting ready to go to work. She didn't have any work now. Would she still get up early?

Allen still got up from the bed. The bed was making her sick after a whole night of wrestling with it. The floor was cold. She made her way into the bathroom and took a quick shower. After that, she threw on a blue shirt and went downstairs.

The wooden stairs creeked under her feet. This house was pretty old. She wondered what would've happened if her mother really gave in to her grandmother and started a new life with someone else. Would her mother take her into that man's house and that man would've been her new father or she would have to just stay here with her grandparents?

As soon as she reached the base of the stairs she saw a silhouette. An intruder? But why would there be an intruder at 6 am? She slowly walked towards the silhouette stationed at the living room. She thought to herself that this was the perfect time to put the moves to work she had seen at the arena. She would capture the intruder from behind and then scream for everyone. But what if he overpowers her? She then slowly grabbed the vase from the side table. A weapon to defend her.

She was ready to plung onto the intruder when she turned behind and screamed. Allen dropped the vase.

"Grandma?" What was she doing in the living room? The TV wasn't on. Was she meditating? The living room was a weird place to meditate.

"What the heck girl? I was about to shit in my pants because of you!"

Allen was surprised that her grandmother cursed.  Why not? She was a grumpy woman.

"But you're wearing a dress, grandma."

"It's a phrase!"

"Oh."

"What were you thinking plunging at me with a vase? Were you planning to murder me? That too with my favourite vase!"

Allen looked at the shattered pieces of the vase at her feet. She swiftly placed them out of her grandma's sight with her legs.

"Mom, is everything okay?" Emily asked from the stairs. Apparently she ran as fast as she could as soon as she heard her mother's scream.

"What the.." Allen's grandfather trailed off as he saw the pieces of the vase. 

"Your daughter tried to kill me." 

"I swear I thought you were an intruder. I didn't know it was you." Allen defended herself.

"You thought I was an intruder? In my own damn house?" Her grandmother shouted back.

"She was only mistaken. No need to make such a fuss out of it, Ria." Allen's grandfather defended her.

"I'll take care of the mess." Emily slowly said as she went to grab a broom. Allen could clearly see there were disappointment in her eyes. Great. There goes all the appreciation she earned from her mother yesterday.

In truth, Emily was just tired. The more she tried to fix the relationship of her daughter with her mother, the more it worsened. She didn't know how long she could keep this up untill her body gives in to the curse she carried.

No, she needed to do it. She needed to make sure her daughter was in safe hands and loved by someone other than her. She didn't have much time left after all.

Suddenly she felt her eyes getting heavy and her body losing balance.

"Mom!" Was the last thing she heard before she collapsed on the floor.