2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43
Parents. How many fell on them. Dumps and will dump. They are to blame for everything - they did not love, love, did not control, did not support, did not appreciate, did not praise, punished, offended, forced, and this list can be continued indefinitely. But maybe there is still something good … And as an adult, according to passport data, it is real to become an adult, and not drown in childish grievances and accusations and stop elevating oneself to the rank of Torquemada, burning parents at the stake of the Inquisition ("holy and just").
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Initially, they were one. Then time intervened. If you add to it a teaspoon of fate (with a slide), a pinch of "incompatibility" (let's say characters) and just a little bit of "the influence of modern TV series" you get what they have become now. All this, of course, without sugar.
A light dress in pastel colors fluttered with rapid movement. She smiled so sincerely and was happy in her "childish" behavior.
“Look at me,” she spoke loudly, almost singing. There was a real smile in her voice. - Does this dress suit me ??? Look)))
- I'm busy! Not now! Go away!
The dress has faded and it doesn't spin anymore. The hair has gone bad. The native look is so cold … And when did it change so? She doesn't know what to say. What is the right thing to do? She thinks, “I'm sad. I am disappointed …”, but says nothing. Silently agrees with any rudeness directed in her direction. Click - the door is closed …
Many sharp and small shards. This is not just a memory. This beautiful valuable crystal vase flies into the wall and breaks.
- Don't you see? I'm on the phone! - an angry look at the one at the door. - I! I'm talking! - through clenched teeth said the one who was sitting in an office chair at the table.
“But I…” She is confused. The question that is about to come off my lips is not so urgent, but important. And she herself is important enough for such a tone! She is being treated unfairly as it is not clear with whom …
- Then. Close the door. Go away.
Confusion. Uncertainty. Humility. She was filled with a strange feeling … She concedes in everything, otherwise she does not know how, it is not in her rules to shout and defend her right to a place under the sun, tries to understand and show what she understands (how she can or how she can), but in return receives a burning slap in the face …
And their eyes met. Some of them, of a beautiful brown color, with original, yellowish patterns, threw such cold and cruel lightning into their eyes, absolutely identical to them. Even that person (stranger!) Who was hanging on the tube got goose bumps. It's cold, too cold from these people.
Confusion. Lowered hands. Humility. She slowly closes the door. Click. Their eye contact was cut off. Again. Standing under the door, Mom feels how swollen her cheek. She blinks quickly and smiles like a doll with only iron gears inside. She smiles broadly and feignedly. The look went out like a burnt out light bulb. She stops smiling and goes to the kitchen with a satisfied step with the words: “Pies. With cottage cheese. Better with chocolate. Prepare. Delicious and plentiful. Pies. With chocolate. And better with cottage cheese. Prepare…"
-What happened there? Why are you so angry with Mom? - asks a school friend.
- I got it because. Always bursts into the room and wants something from me. Check out the dress, then wipe the snot … Got it out! Can you imagine, she almost never closes the door to my room. As in the elevator to God! Also, you know what? She made a salad for dinner yesterday. With olives! And I hate them! How could she not know this! Is she my Mom or what? Or it was out of spite, and so on. etc. etc. and so on … - the 14 year old thunderstorm of school corridors and my daughter did not calm down.
Time passed. Everything was getting worse. Mom, became less and less, like Alice in Wonderland who drank a magic potion. And the daughter is getting taller and bigger and angrier. And then they both disappeared. Mom became an inconspicuous crumb, trampled to the state of "air". My daughter burst out from reassessing her status. There is no one else to drink bitter tea without sugar.
And maybe there is someone. Put the kettle on?
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