It all began with a simple date...

Chapter 2

           Even though you called her 'Mum' because she insisted, right now she behaved like a child younger to you.

         The reason you didn't want to tell her was because of her overacting. But then on the good side, she had experienced quite a good number of dates which is any day more than you. So she knew what to do and what to wear and what to talk about. And that was something you desperately needed training for.

           You scoop the last of the stew and pour it in those metal tiffin as your 'Mum' went on blabbering and complaining about everything relating to the date that was to take place today.

          Just as you were done and you set the tiffin on the glass table, you grab her hand as she seemed to be talking to no one but herself.

           "Mum! Mum!!!" She stops and looks at you innocently. "I think we better start getting me dressed then." You mutter softly with a soft smile and she nods in excitement and pulls you into your room.

            She sets the bath and puts slices of lemons, to give the pre-date heavenly glow. And then she forces you into the tub and scrubs your naked body gently, in fear of hurting you. But you didn't seem to feel uncomfortable with it.

             She has seen you naked so many times before that she knew every scar and tattoo on your body. The only thing she didn't know was the stories behind them. She was as clueless as you. And with that, you didn't owe her any explanation as she knew your true conditions. Nor did she ever press you to try remember your forgotten past. Cause every time you did, you would fall into this mental pain which scares her as she got the very thought of losing you. And yet still with that, you would come up blank.

          She washes your beautiful burgundy hair and massages your head as you rest in the tub. Soon she leaves you to choose what you shall grace your presence in for the 'one-in-a-lifetime' opportunity in the form of a date.

       You clean up after she is done and when you adorn your naked body with a fluffy white bathrobe and pink fluffy bunny slippers, you leave the bathroom as you were drying your hair.

        Mum had already left the room and you see your outfit placed on your bed which makes a gasp of awe leave your lips. Wow!

           The outfit your well-wisher had left was beautiful beyond compare and you loved it instantly. It was perfect. Perfect for your first date. He definitely would fall for you, flat on his face. And he would have to think twice before talking to you so the chances of embarrassing himself are less.

          In excitement, you slipped into the dress and waited for your well-wisher to come and attend to the rest left. She came in another few minutes which you managed to patiently wait for.

           "I knew it! I knew it would perfectly suit you!" She squealed like a young teenager fan girling over her favourite celebrity. "Mum, where did you get it?" You ask as you twirl in your outfit. "Well, let's just say that I had kept a few outfits for quick emergencies like this." She explained, proud of herself.

            "Now sit down! Let's get your hair and makeup done..." She orders and you complying with her wishes and sat down in front of the mirror.

          She puts a dash of eyeliner and leaves your eyes to nude yet sparkly. She colours your lips to deep red and touches your cheeks till they looked like slightly red pruned roses. After she is done and quite happy with her masterpiece, she lets you admire yourself in front of the mirror. The girl staring back, leaves you shocked.

         You loved the girl in the mirror, the moment you laid your eyes on her. She was perfect. And now you couldn't believe that girl was you. You weren't that beautiful.