Cecilia and I sat in the comfy chairs by the window, and there are pink pillows on either side of our backs, there are pink table napkins on our tables, pink coffee mugs served by the barista with our names on the receipt. It was a pink bomb attack, and it feels oddly comforting.
What is with all the pink out here Aunty? I asked my ever knowing closest relative.
Oh my dear it is my favorite color, and I told them to set it up just for us. Talk about good customer service. She selfishly replied. Here I ordered us some cinnamon buns, nobody is going to resist these hot hot yummies during this gloomy weather and their coffee is the best here, so enjoy deary.
I missed you fill me in what's new with you?, Cecilia's coffee is swirling, and my hands are sweaty.
Aunty, oh it is the same as always, I have been writing a lot, actually I have my draft and I met with my publisher and it went well, they said they will need my outline first before they green light on a possible book.
Oh good, good, that is exciting, I will need a copy before anybody reads the manuscript right?, She smiled so big and warmly.
My coffee has gotten cold, simply by staring at her.
How is your love life?, everything fine dear with you and that boy you told me you were dating last Autumn?
Oh, that, we broke up, it didn't work out exactly as I had hoped it would, but were still friends and he is all
right.
Angel, you are still young, you can find another Man, easily. I can set you up with an executive Chef if you like.
Uhm, that would be nice Aunty, I smiled awkwardly, since I have been with Allen not more than 24 hours ago.
So how is your Mom, still a conniving bitch, I mean is she still mad at me?
I stopped halfway sipping and almost poured my coffee on my dress.
She, is a bit unwell. I tried to utter my words slowly.
Aunty, she is not happy. She's been depressed, for several years, and she never told me about it. My hands clasped the mug, and sipped the last drip of coffee and wiped my mouth with the rose colored napkin.
My Dad has been sick too, he has alzheimer's and he doesn't remember where he lives most of the time.
Sometimes I felt he doesn't recognise me, and just looked straight through me.
My Mom and Dad are splitting up, and they doesn't love each other anymore. They just put up with each other so I wouldn't get worried, and be affected by them growing apart.
And I think it has something to do with, You.
I stiffened my body, and my eyes began to water.
I am so sorry, I never knew, what do you mean it is because of me? Cecilia asked.
Can I ask you just one thing?, Are you
Are you my Mother?
My real Mother?