Anela has been bickering with her mother since her father’s death.
“You can’t expect it to be as easy as you think, child, life is not all rainbows and unicorns. Learn to live with it,” her mom rattles.
“Of course I don’t expect it to be rainbows and unicorns, but I’d prefer to make it that way, unlike someone I know. You’re always grey all the time.”
“I am starting to think you haven’t been taking many lessons about respect…”
“But Mom, my dad…”
Anela’s mom cuts her off mid-sentence. “He is not your father, this is not your family! Don’t you get it? You are more of a burden to us than you are to yourself!” her mother yells, so that her voice echoes in the room.
Anela’s mouth drops. “What?”
She storms out of the house in the middle of the night. She looks up to the stars and says, “A wise man once told me that if the stars could see, the stars could heal. I now come forward with a broken soul, I can’t escape the damage. Guess I will learn to mend it or live to like the taste. Life is a movie made out of memories that make no sense, for some day one memory passes by and defines every bit of one’s life. My moment has come, but it can’t define what comes after it!” she mutters to herself.
“I always thought that I was different but I didn’t know the reason why. Gravity is too heavy, it pins me down. I always knew that I was different, I don’t expect you to understand; the world has shown me I don’t belong. I suppose that is the whole point of it all, point of my nature: to live, to give and love knowing it might all vanish at the end of the line. But my question is, is my line ending here or is this a cut I’m supposed to jump somehow? I pretty much understand that I am different in between.”
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Tell us: What do you think of Anela’s mom’s utterances that she’s not family?
