It's been 4 weeks, the rain won't come to an end, here I am putting my headphone in, distracting myself from hearing my mother yelling across the hallway whilst I hid in the closet. Well, I don't exactly mean shoving myself in the closet full of unfold clothes but hiding in the confined space which I had built for months now. The reason that I decided to make a secret room in the closets is well...
6 months ago
"Shut up, Mom, I can still hear your voice", I said this out loud in my head as I don't want to create this, 'Daughter and Mother fight'. Apparently, I heard that arguing with your mother is like talking to a fierce ginger cat that attack you randomly and will hold grudges. I'm not sure if that's common or rare but this assumption is based on my opinion.
SLAM! OPEN THE DOOR
"Are you living in my house like you're paying the rent? I've told you to get out of that bed, didn't I?" my mom begins her favourite job, which is to starts yelling at me 24/7 over, I'll say it's more like a clock that kept on setting on the same time. She pulled my blanket off of me, dragging it away and also, yes you guessed it right, my PHONE!!
I quickly jumped out of the bed, kneeling on the rough surface ground that I hasn't cleaned for 2 years.
"MOM! Anything, but my phone! PLEASE! MOM! MOM!", I yelled like I was in a zombie apocalypse, but I probably shouldn't scream during a real- life version apocalypse, my voice became hoarse, I couldn't properly grab on my mother leg as she keeps shaking her leg trying to shake me off.
"I love you, Fumi, but get back on your track"
"I promise! but please hand me my phone back"
Without another word, my mother walked away from my room while I'm screeching my nails on the ground as I muffled. How could a mother leave her kids like this? This is child abuse! I had these thought running in a circle in my head, but I couldn't ignore this thought. For once, I had wished that I wasn't born on this cruel, injustice and miserable life.
The next day arrived shortly with my mother waking up at 5 o'clock in the morning to starts her motherly chores. Meanwhile, I stayed up all night just hallucinating that a calculator was my phone, like a dumb person who's addicted to their phone like someone adding a phone inside a baby brain when they were first born.
"Wait till, I become 18 and move out of this house!"
"Get up and come eat your breakfast, you lazy donkey or you're getting none!" my mother yelled, acho inside the whole house, waking my neighbours as well as newborn birds.
"I'm coming, so quit yelling already, okay?!"
I sat on the end of the table as my mother starts placing bowls of food one another, since my sibling are a bunch of rats who sit at a chair which is closest to the food on table. I couldn't help to start thinking if it would be better if I was living alone?
"Stop, thinking"
"Are you talking to yourself, sweetie?"
"Mommy, I want my phone back, please"
My mother slammed the dining table, which made one of the glass waters fall on the ground, splatter everywhere.
"Fumi lily Amillie! talk about your damn phone again, I'll sew your lips together!", she said with an angry red tomato blow up face, ready to take me down anytime or should I say she's going to wrestle me like we're in a WWE. The breakfast ended with 30 minutes of silence while the birds and wind chirping from one area to another as I countdown the time, to get out of this awkward silence. Mom name is Aidth Elizabeth Amillie who's currently in her 40s but her gene from her father was so strong that people still to these days think she's 28 - 34. Sometimes, I instead treat her like my older sisters rather than my mother since she was like a big sister to me when I was young, but as I grew up, I thought that my mindset was weird and kind of complicated which I had to discard that and create a new one when I was 7 years old. Now, I'm a responsible teenager who should start taking care of myself and be a responsible kid.