Chapter 6
There wasn't even livelihood of the town anymore. Everyone had seem to shut themselves out from any of my family's company. It was bothersome at first, until I realized that didn't really include me. I wasn't necessarily part of the package my family was attempting to represent. I was existing amongst them, happening to live in the same environment but my beliefs were so unsymmetrical to those of my family that it made me distinct. So when I wasn't questioned for the latest speech my mother was giving or where I thought my sister's whereabouts were, I was very at ease. If someone had asked me my opinion, I would share that my mother wanted best for us all but was very blind to the fact that what she wanted was on a total different spectrum from what we needed. I believed Mother created more grief than necessary and that her dragging on what happened to Ivory would eventually come back somehow to teach her where she stood exactly.
I longed for that day. She was dehumanizing people more and generalizing those "lunatics" deciding to enter Isolation. Frustration about my about my mother continued to build until I decided the roof I lay under I could not tolerate. I had tried to casually drop hints now and again, but this time I was just going to say my goodbyes and not let Mother's pathetic pity party ruin what I saw as fate. I trudged downstairs one late evening, my posture extra confident this day. My eyes darted sporadically until they laid on Mother's.
"Ahhh there you are. You feeling okay?" She tilted her head as she asked, a cringe worthy grin smacked across her tired, wrinkled skin.
"I've never been better. In fact, I'm all set! Land ho." I revealed my overly packed suitcases to her bewilderment. I began to dance around the countertop as I began to toss around the ingredients of the night's dinner on the ground. My enjoyment grew and grew as the cans splattered across the white tiled floor.
"How dare you!" She raised her tone to one of the harshest I had ever heard as she bent down to clean up my ongoing mess.
"You're a shame to our name. You realize that you're a joke to all right? Ivory knew that all along. She would tell me she'd rather be strangled by her own two hands than with those of your hands who wrote and spoke wretched words! And now I know what she meant. You're so inconsiderate and I finally get why everytime I go out to town why people look at me as a disgrace. Not because of me, or Ivory, or Fitz. It's you!" I half glanced at the door leading to the freedom of the outside world but my gaze was fixed on Mother's anguished expression.
"You're so heartless and sadistic you brat! I can smell the pleasure you're getting out of my pain! What did I ever to deserve my precious children to wander away from a life I have given and done everything for you to have!" She was off the chair, on her knees, in tears and now raising her hands to the ceiling.
"Whether I'm heartless or not is not the point. The only satisfaction I'm getting out of this is the fact that I am still so sure that you want to control not only my life, but practically the decision of thousands on how they want to live their lives." I picked up the handle of one of the suitcases that rolled and started to head towards the door, a lump in my throat as my toes began to be soaked in tomato sauce. My sandals were ruined and so was Mother's appetite.
"You don't know the half of what's out there you ungrateful brat! Why do you think scums are out on the street begging our people to be let back in the norm? Because there is nothing out there that isn't good enough to want to be where we stand Daisy!" She brought her hands together in prayer format and sat up straight, wiping off melted cheese off her stained apron.
"I stand wherever I let my mind stand. There is no need for outward appearances to define who I am. That's the kind of mother I want to be to my children. You have more to work on than just the problems of the ones around you, because one thing you've shown me, is if you don't work on yourself before working on others, then you're contributing to the world of hypocrisy." And with that, I shut the door in alignment with the sigh of relief I had been waiting since Ivory''s departure.
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Короткий рассказLast time I wrote, it was concerning paperwork for my plan on how I would divorce my parents. Emancipation. Little did I know, I would be signing my name to divorce the world. The process seemed so skeptical and I missed to cite any remote evidenc...
