Tell A Tale

Respect

"My middle finger salutes you," I said with a hard voice and bare with any emotion. My face is unreadable, empty blank eyes scrutinizing her reaction. I was so used in this kind of expression, I live by it day in and out.

"How could you say that to me, I am your mother," she said. Eyes were moist from the tears that threatened to flow in her thin flawless face. Few snickers were heard in all sides, those who witnessed our heated exchange.

"You were never a mother to me, never had and never will," I spat back, an emotion slowly rising from the pit of my stomach. I scowl as hatred settled in my heart. After all the years of hiding and controlling my raging emotions, they all rush to the surface once I let my walls of blank and emptiness crumbled.

"I was sick, you know that," she reasoned out, pointing a hand to me. Her beautiful face is now covered with unshed tears.

My judgemental stares looked at her with disgust. Those were just crocodile's tear, I know. Her cunning self would never cry for my sake. Those display of emotions were just make believe to fooled everyone around us but not me.

"Don't make me feel stupid woman! You were bedridden only for a few months, not my whole life! I may be young during those times but I still remember everything. Everything!" I utter angrily. This time I know I'm all red in the face not with tears but with bursting fury towards the woman who gave birth to me.

She gasped exaggeratedly, which she is faking it, obviously. She is still the woman I know, the woman I grow up with. The best pretender, the greatest actress of all.

I shake my head dismissing her outburst.

"I am sorry for everything, I really do," she hiccupped kneeling in front of me. She stretch her right hand trying to touch my left arm.

I move my left hand upward hastily to avoid her touch. I felt dirty with a mere contact from her skin. She is like a virus swimming in dirty unknown bacteria. That's how I looked at her.

Gasped and growled were heard all over us. All my relatives, families and friends have different reactions to her behavior.

"Had some respect to your mother," my grandfather growled angrily on the side, griping his cane forcefully. Standing regally keeping his posture as the strict controlling patriarch of the family.

I tore my eyes from its burning stares to my mother to sent a silent dagger to the other person I hate in the world.

"I had lost respect in her the moment she spread her legs for you," I shouted to his shocked demeanor.

And run away from everyone.

Away from the people that should form me instead of ruining the innocent child in me.