Tales of A Libra

Maternal Love?

A motherly figure,

The day you finally left the house without prior messages, I did not feel anything. Why? Because I had already expected that this day would come. I just entered your empty bedroom and began sweeping the floor. It was oh so dusty that I wondered what were you doing in this room for all the time you locked yourself here. I wondered if you had ever touched the floor with your toes because it was layered with visible dust. I wondered what were you doing all this time.

And when you had finally decided to try to talk to me, you sent repetitive messages asking what I did for the day, asking if I had eaten, asking if father had beaten me and my brother, asking all other topics, and finally asking when we would see each other again. And all of these questions would repeat themselves everyday when you texted me the same messages again, that I wondered if your phone had set itself to do so daily.

But then now, I am still wondering if you are being trapped under your own delusion, especially whenever you talk about how bad father is. You told us that father is such a bad man who will always beat brother down, a bad man who will always give money to the young girls serving at the nearest restaurant there instead of giving cash to his own family, a bad man who will never truly love you just because he had divorced with a woman before this. But then again, I wonder why.

Because all of the words aforementioned are all wrong; because father never is a bad man. Instead, you are the bad woman.

Because the day I saw you walking with a man holding hands together,

Because the day I heard you chatting sweetly to another man through the dial,

Because the day I knew your 'young secrets' of playing with men's hearts,

Because the day I knew you love to play with money that you will always steal my brother's money and mine,

Because the day I knew you were lying when you said you would accompany me for my Graduation Day yet you never came,

Because the day I knew you never actually cared about my sickness because it was only father who took me to the hospital monthly,

Because the day I knew you never love father when you both had your last major fight,

Because the day I saw you secretly were playing love with some men through Facebook while father was watching from behind,

Because the day I cried yet you never looked at me,

Because the day I did my best yet you took the credit,

Because the day I knew how much you never really loved me during our last fight,

Because the day I knew you had left home and would never return,

Because all of those days when I knew who you truly are, I had finally realised how, I am, already immune to your disease and virus, and I have already erased you from my files of life.

-because when i actually missed your warm hug you instead broke my heart for eternal, i began to wonder, is this really a maternal love?-

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A/N: Hi, I am so sorry if this chapter is a bit negative(?) in a way. I could not help it but to write this down since the past experiences suddenly inspired me to write a chapter. Sorry and have a nice day!