INSECURE (On Hold)

Chapter 5

'Like the red hues of the sun at the end of the day all your emotions faded into nothingness'

Ayani

I opened the front door of the two story house I called home. Its walls were painted white and the roof was deep red colour. Potted plants were placed around the small porch.

To a passerby it might seem that the plants were real but I knew for a fact that they were fake.

Just like every other thing inside and outside the house.

The small living room was empty except the furniture placed there for the sake of it.
The coffee table was bare. The couch came along with the other furniture.

Not because a family sat there watching cartoon or a football game. The book case was stuffed with books but none of them were ever read to a child.

They were just there.

Instead of checking who was inside at the moment, I ascended the wooden stairs that lead upstairs. I knew there would be no one. I was the only person at home during daytime.
The first floor was all mine. All except the bed and the toilet equipment every single thing was mine. Bought from my own money. No matter how small or big it was, it still held the same importance. I didn't want to ask them for anything. The furniture held more sentimental value when I buy on my own.

Checking the time I was stumped to see that I still had at least half an hour before work. I had enough time to make a snack so I ventured into the clean kitchen.

No plates in the sink. No pots or pans on the stove.
Just a lot of wood and steel.

I took out a packet of instant noodles from the back of a cupboard.
After I finished cooking I sat myself at the glass table that could accommodate at least six people. But, no one frequented them.

Breakfast is at KFC or at a cafe. It is always a lunch date.Dinner is at a restaurant.
I seldom ate at home. Dinners are supposed to be full of love and warmth. Laughter and jokes while we share our daily happenings.

Eating at a diner or not eating at all felt much better than facing rows of empty chairs.

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I remember bits and pieces of my childhood. I used to be a daddy's girl. He was my personal hero. We would read bedtime stories together and prank mom when she prepares food for us.
My mother was studying at the same time she looked after our little family.

Note the past tense.

As in they did all the things or more accurately used to do those things.
Not anymore. Its a miracle how people change. How they go from loving to emotionless.
From caring to simply not caring.

I don't know what happened to cause such a change in both of my parents. Whenever I would question why they missed dinner dates or family dates it was always work.

Work, work, work.

Work was more important than catching up with their only child.

Work was more important than their own family.

I got tired of hearing the same old excuse, eventually I stopped asking.

What was the use of asking a question when you knew it will not be properly heard or understood?

A/N.
This is basically a filler chapter but all of the things mentioned above will help you understand why Ayani is the way she is. How her parents contributed to her feeling of being worthless. The next chapter will be brighter and we will meet an interesting character too:).