avery → h.s

part two

Mom flipped the pan that filled with some bacons. I tapped the dining table impatiently, waiting for her to finish cooking breakfast. My glass of milk is almost empty, according to the time has passed by. She usually made breakfast for 5 minutes, now it felt like forever.

"Just a sec, honey." She said. I nodded. Minutes later she puts some bacons and eggs on the table.

"I think it's overcooked, mum." I said as I chewed a piece of them. "But it's fine."

"Sorry, Ave. There's just a lot of things are going in my brain right now," She sighed.

"Your boss?" I asked.

"Yeah, how do you knew that? He wants me to go to Italy for a few months. Of course I rejected that. I have kid to control and-"

"Mom, I'm eighteen." I cut her off.

She looked at me for a brief moment and turned to her food. "Doesn't sound like it."

I looked at her with disbelief look. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"You aren't mature enough for me." She get straight to the point. Half joking half serious.

"Really? And why is that?"

"Well you're in your third year of high school, graduating this year, yet I haven't heard of you making any friend with someone else than Clara." She huffed. "And not to mention that you haven't get any guy to-"

"Hold on, hold on. You want me to date someone?" I asked, bitting my lips. I've dated someone. Well just once....

If only my mum would know.

"Not really but my point is," She held into my hand. "Just try to socialize with people. You can't live on your own, sweetheart."

I frowned. I'm not good at making friends. Either I am too lonely or people just don't intrested on me. I'm not going to blame anyone about that.

"Alright, I'm off to work." Mom snapped. "You should be too, honey, before you late."

"Ah you mean I should go to work?" A playful smirk crossed my face.

Mom scoffed. "You really are immature."

"I know and you should be proud of it." I smiled, finishing my food.

"Why should I?"

"Because that made me cute," I stated as I grinned like a Chesire cat.

Mom chuckled lightly. "Bye, kid."

She has already make her way to the door when I grabbed my things and leave to school as I giggled to myself.

I opened the door on the driver seat. After picking my bags, I made my way to the school entrance. I think I'm in mood for today, maybe because the chit chat I had earlier with my mom. She usually occupied by her phone, sometimes even mumbling to herself.

My mum is an event organizer. And yes, she's a single parent. Dad left when I was 13, which made me knocked out pretty bad. She's on her thirties. I might say she was sad because dad left, but fortunately these weeks she has been so cheerful. Sometimes she brings this guy named Roy in the midnight and making out in the living room. I almost threw up when I peeked them from my room.

But it's actually a great thing to me. I'm happy to know that she can overcome her sadness and fell in love with Roy. He's a bit attractive, I have to admit. Maybe they planned to marry someday. Although it won't accept the fact that I still can't forget dad.

I mean, who wants to forgot their own dad? He might be away, but I still hate him for leaving mom and break our contact from being family. I haven't spoke to him since then. I used to locked myself in my room in the middle of the night and cried. He was a good dad, and my childhood memories with him still linger in my mind.