Sunday, 23 December 2018

Today will just rack up to another one of those days I shan’t easily forget.

Sunday, 23 December 2018

The church ⛪ choir did a presentation at the 8am service. Not too sure how that went but Mom didn’t enjoy it. Commented that the choir master chose the wrong song. Went for breakfast after church and reached home before noon.

I did the usual when we got home.. Placed Terry 🐢 in his little pool 💦.

Then Mom asked me to chemically treat the kitchen sink. Tried to clear whatever debris there was and realised it was rather greesy. Washed it then poured hot water down the sink. Since I used up the water, I put the kettle on again and went to play with one of the animals.

Shortly after the water boiled Mom went into the kitchen after hanging the laundry. I heard a the kettle clash then:

“DID YOU BOIL WATER?!”

“WHY DID YOU BOIL WATER?!”

For the lack of a better word, in shock I replied, “Yes, I just did.”

Now I didn’t remember saying this but it was told to me later in a rather mocking tone.

Mother was filled with rage. Holding her scalded hand with the other she demanded, “Have you treated the sink?! Can I use the sink??”

Followed by, “Hell! You treat it again!”

Mother rinsed her hand under running water. I didn’t know what to do next so I left the kitchen, went to my room and crouched in a dark corner.

In a few minutes I was called back.

“YOU WERE THE CAUSE OF IT! AND NOT A WORD OF APOLOGY?! IT SHOULD HAVE COME OUT IMMEDIATELY! WELL?!”

“I’m sorry”

“WHEN I ASKED, DID YOU BOIL WATER?!… (you said) Yes, I just did”

“IT SHOULD HAVE COME OUT IMMEDIATELY!!
SHITS TO YOU! SHITS TO YOU!! WAIT TILL I DO IT BACK TO YOU!!

I left the kitchen again (headed to the very same corner). It took me a while to think of bringing Mother aloe vera gel for her wound. I searched for it and brought it to the kitchen.

This time, Mother was soaking her hand in a bowl of ice water.

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT BEING SCALDED MEANS?! I told you I got scalded and nothing. Kid came back, saw me standing here and offered to get me ice!” (I’m a little tired of typing in caps now, just note that she was still yelling)

I said nothing. I placed the tube of aloe vera gel on the kitchen counter top. I opened the kitchen gate and went to take Terry 🐢 out of the water.

🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠

My sister (read: saviour) has returned.

🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠

I took my bag and sat at the foot of the stairs for a while wondering what fate would befall me if I just left. I decided it was all too much for me at that moment. I would take what ever fate would befall. But for now I had to go.

“I’m going out. You take care of mom.”

“ok”

I sobbed away what was left of the day.

🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

Monday, 24 December 2018

It’s Christmas eve. Half a day’s work then off to Christmas eve lunch.

I woke up a little earlier than usual to avoid seeing… anyone…

I reached the office by 9.10am. Early by my standards.

I dread the count down to lunch.

Tried to rush through my work so I wouldn’t get flank for arriving late to lunch. I left the office at 12.50pm. Not sure whether I was feeling more dedicated than usual or just procustinating…

Eventually I reached Café Swiss at about 1pm.

Made my way to the table.

Before I even take my seat, Mom apologises.

“I’m sorry for overreacting. Love you boo. God was very upset with me… Well, at least the last time this happened was years back.”

Hmm… Sorry for overreacting… As apposed to sorry for being irrational… I guess that’s a good as it’ll get.

Anyway, it felt a little awkward for me, so I apologised as well (probably for being born).

⛩️

And as quickly as the hurricane came through, it dissapated just as fast.

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