Third person's POV
It was another boring day for Xynthia. But nevertheless, at least she has something worth to wake up for.
"MOM! HAVE YOU ALREADY BOUGHT THE NECKLACE THAT I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU!?"shouts Xynthia rather annoyingly from inside her room.
"Yes my dear" she calls back, much calmer than her. "It is already inside your closet" continues her mother from the living room.
Xynthia runs to her closet and opens it, she looks for the necklace and finds it in just a mere second. "MOM! COME OVER HERE!".
By the call, her mother immediately walks to the stairs and climbs up towards her room.
"Yes, my dear?"calls her mother soothingly.
"Come here mom" she signals, eyes focused to her image in the mirror, not even taking a glimpse of her own mother.
"What is it?" asks her mother.
"Does it suit me?" she asks rather too confidently.
"Of course my dear" she replies, just the answer the girl is looking for.
"Ha! It better do!" Xynthia says too arrogantly. "You can leave now" she orders, not even giving any appreciation for the efforts of her mother in buying such useless things.
"Oh, ok" she replies sadly, clearly wanting to have a bit more bond with her own daughter, even for at least a minute more.
She walks out of the room and towards the living room. She sits on the living room sofa with a long and worried face.
"It's always like this, she's always like this, did we do something wrong? For her to be like this?" Xindy, her mother, thinks and asks, not having any answers given.
Her mother suddenly feels an itch inside her throat and coughs several times rather loudly.
"My dear" then emerges her husband from the kitchen with pills and a cup of water on his hands. "You should take your medications, your illness is getting much worse by the days pass" he continues.
"I AM taking my medications sweety" she replies while taking the pills on her own hand and drinks it with a big gulp of water. "But please do remember that my time is already ticking its last. I am not to take long in this current world." She says, placing the cup on the living room table, faces her husband and forcibly makes a sweet smile.
"Please don't say that, my love." He says rather worriedly. "You are to live long, we still need you, both me and our own daughter." He continues.
"I know, sweety." She replies soothingly and leans on his husband's shoulders. "That's why I'm still fighting" she says,caressing her husbands face while smiling.
#Author's notes
So hello, your annoying and boring story writer is back.
Uhm...so, this is a new book everybody and I just want to let you know that...
Actually, this is just a slouchy and lazy information...
This book will have maybe two to three CHAPTERS!!!
OH MY GOD!!!I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!!*sobs*
Ok, enough with the drama.
So, this is my first time writing a story with chapters, and, I hope it goes smoothly and I also hope that nothing will get in my way in continuing this story.
So, please keep reading guys. I love you. LITERALLY!
OK, enough, so, have a pleasant morning and evening guys, thank you.
#ACHIEVE!!!
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Worth
Non-FictionA child has distinguished it's own mistake and tries to change for the happiness and contentness of her own parents. And maybe, even for herself.
