Daughter’s blues
By: Kxycii
(One Shot)
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“Hey, Gracie. Wear white dress, alright? We’re going to the church.” My mom said after we finished breakfast. I just nodded for approval.
I stood up and clean the table then help mom with the dishes. Mom and I were not close. I grew up with my grandmother and my uncle. My mom was an ofw and I didn’t get to see her since I was a little kid. I’m an only child too.
After that, I went upstairs to my room and get a shower then get dressed.
I am wearing a white halter dress. Mom always wants to be formal. She’s strict too. Very strict.
After getting ready, I went downstairs to see my mom waiting for me. She’s wearing a white blouse and trousers. She smiled at me, so I did the same.
We went outside and waited for a taxi to bring us to the church.
Mom is religious. She always goes to the church every Sunday even if I didn’t come with her. I’m not a religious or angelic kind of person. I was a rebel.
While on the ride, Mom is talking too much. She tells me how she misses me and stuffs like that.
Well, I missed her too. Though I’m still not used that she’s here living with me. I’m seventeen. And on that seventeen years, I’ve never seen her up until she went back home three days ago.
She kept on asking me, like what were my favorite food, color, genre, and stuffs.
The mass are still not starting when we arrived. We arrived too early and I’m getting bored every minute.
But mom seems like she’s having fun. She said she missed Philippines a lot. Ofcourse, you are and you should. You’re abroad for effin’ seventeen years and you never visited even atleast one day.
The mass started eventually.
After the mass, mom said that we’re going to be out for lunch.
I know what she’s up to. She’s trying to catch up with me because she misses my entire life. Well, I can’t blame her. But somehow I feel like I do.
She never called me, or any Skype thing. I want to ask her why she never called me, but I can’t.
After the lunch, we went straight home.
“Do you have fun?” She asked when we got inside the living room.
“Yes. Thank you.” I crooked a smile and went to my room. I immediately changed my clothes. I’m not comfortable wearing a dress. It’s not my thing.
After changing, I rested on my bed. I’m tired. My eyes were heavy.
I closed my eyes and decided to have a nap. I heard mom calling out my name but I pretend that I heard nothing and then I went to dreamland.
It was seven in the evening when I woke up. I immediately get out of my bed and went downstairs. I don’t care if I looked like hell. I had a bad dream.
I saw mom in the kitchen. She might be preparing for dinner.
“Hey, mom.” I greeted her.
But she didn’t respond and just continue doing what she’s doing. It was quite shocking though. She ignored me. What the hell?
She prepared something on the table and sit afterwards. I sat beside her.
“Mom...” I poked her.
But she ignored again. Maybe she’s mad at me.
“Mom, look. I’m sorry for not responding to your calls earlier. I am just tired and I wanted to take a nap. I hope you understand.” I explained.
She stopped and looked at me.
I shivered.
“I love you, my dear.” Then she gently cupped my face.
I closed my eyes as my tears went down my cheeks. I could feel the coldness of the atmosphere.
“I love you too, mom. And I missed you a lot.” I whispered on the cold air.
My tears kept on flowing and my howls are getting louder. I screamed for help, hoping that someone could save my mom.
But it was too late. I was too late. I cried and cried. I’m clasping my mom’s cold body.
I should have helped her if I didn’t ignore her earlier. And maybe she’s still here with me. I kept on closing my eyes that hopefully this was just a dream. But fuck, it wasn’t. Damn those burglars!
Then I heard sirens and footsteps everywhere. Polices and some detective came. They’re asking me what happened.
But I was too weak to answer them. I feel numb.
Then I realized that I got stabs on my back. My vision went blurry and then I went to dreamland, forever.
10/19/14 – Sun – 9:54PM
