Friendship And Family (Currently undergoing a rewrite. Do Not Read.)

CHAPTER 31. Pain

                   Mathias' POV

I poured the carton of milk into the bowl of cereal, stirring it with the spoon.

"Why don't you ever wait for me to make you a proper breakfast?"

I chuckled. "Good morning, Mum."

She walked further into the kitchen in her draped, oversized shirt she called a pyjama. It wasn't so different from her daily outfits, and even though I loved how gorgeous she looked in her laid back clothes, I wish she'd give herself more attention.

She hugged me, resting her chin on my shoulder. "Good morning, sweetie," she replied, and we both sat at the island while I had my breakfast.

"Don't you ever get tired of cereal?" She always looked for ways to care even when it wasn't necessary, but I didn't like her stressing when I'm not disabled.

"It's quick, and I like it."

"No wonder you don't have any weight."

I laughed at her comment. "I think it's genetic, and I obviously got it from you."

"You're making jokes now?" She hit the back of my head.

"Ow..." I rubbed the part that wasn't hurting so much, and she rolled her eyes to say that I was exaggerating. I laughed, realizing the playful side of her that I'd missed so much. Ever since the incident, she broke out of her shell, and she became the boss of the house.

"Why don't you find a job?" I wanted her to have a life of her own 'cause she deserved it.

She sighed. "I won't have the time to take care of you if I got one."

I couldn't recall a time I laughed in the spaces of few seconds while having a light conversation with my mum. Her love for me was immeasurable. "Mum, I'm old enough." I got up and walked to the sink.

"Not too old for me."

"C'mon, I'm graduating soon," I said as I rinsed the bowl and spoon under the running water. I put them away and turned around.

"Mum?" I called in a worried tone and she laughed it out, wiping the tears with her palms.

"You're running late for school." She passed me my school bag from the island as she stood up.

I hung the bag on my shoulder, and then I gave her a hug.

"What?" She hugged me back with a soothing laughter.

"I'm not going anywhere," I told her.

"I know," she said, but I had to reassure her that.

"So are you getting a job?" I asked.

"If I'll get one, I'll have to work from home so I don't miss your face."

I chuckled. She wasn't easy to convince.

"Okay, can't let you miss the bus." She released me and saw me off to school.

Dad stood in the living room, holding his car keys. I thought he'd already gone to work because he normally leaves early.

"Good morning, Dad."

His smile was brief. "Good morning, son. I'll drop you off at school." He offered, surprising Mum and I.

"I... Don't want to waste your time," I said. Those were his exact words as far back as I can remember. He had many times argued with Mum about driving me to school. His defense? He didn't want to spoil me when I could take the school bus like other kids. At first I hated it, not until I became friends with Francis and we started going to school together. I'm sure he would be wondering why I didn't make it today, and the thought of that sucks.