pter 0132 âAva can we please talk?â mother pleads when I move to leave.
I stare at her, not sure what she wanted. What was there to talk about? Hasnât everything already been said and done?
âThere isnât anything for us to talk about, Motherâ I insist.
Looking back, I see now how I made a distinction when it came to her and father. While Emma and Travis referred to them as mom and dad, to me they were Father and Mother. Clean, cut and completely impersonal.
I never truly acknowledged them as my parents, because deep down I just knew. Parents donât hate their children. Parents donât neglect their child and treat them like shit. I made what I called them impersonal because on a spiritual level, I didnât consider them my parents.
âPlease, I beg youâ she pleads with tears in her eyes.
It was so strange looking at her with tears in her eyes. Her face flushed and soft. This is a look Iâve never seen her direct at me.
Her face was always in a frown. She always looked at me with a certain cold indifference that was specifically targeted at me.
âHow about you show me to our table as they talk?â Martha, Rowanâs mom asks Corrine while cutting off what I was about to say.
Corrine looks skeptical. Like she didnât want to leave me. After all, it was known that the Sharp family werenât my biggest fan even though I was apparently their daughter.
Martha doesnât give Corrine a chance. Instead she links their hands and pulls her away in the opposite direction.
I sigh and take my seat. âLetâs just get this over with, looks like you wonât leave me alone until youâve said your piece, so do it now before I change my mindâ I tell her coldly.
I used to adore this woman back in my younger days. When I was around five or six. That quickly changed when I realized that she didnât feel the same way. It changed when I realized she treated me as if I was more of a burden, than a daughter.
She hesitantly takes her seat before taking my hands in hers. I pull them away. Not wanting her to touch me. I didnât want her near me. The part of me that had longed for such moments was long dead.
âIâm sorry, Ava. More than youâll ever knowâ she whispers, folding into herself.
1/2 +15 BONUS Instead of saying anything, I keep quiet. I always imagined this moment. Always day dreamed of her apologizing to me, then pulling me into her arms. I used to crave it. Pray for it. Hope for the day to come. Now that itâs here, the joy I thought I would feel is nonexistent. I feel absolutely nothing as I stare at her.
âThe way I treated you was wrong. You were just a child and instead of embracing you, I pushed you away. You loved me, loved us, but we gave you nothing but scorn. I wish more than anything that I could go back in time and change things. Go back and be the mother you deservedâ she said before continuing.
âI never saw your value. Never acknowledged that youâre the best daughter anyone can have. It took almost losing you to realize how much you mean to meâ
She was full on crying. If I was my old self, then her tears would have moved me. I wasnât though, and her tears meant absolutely nothing to me.
Years of pain. More than twenty five years of hurting. It canât be erased by a few drops of tears. It just doesnât work like that. It would heavenâs intervention inorder for that to happen.
âLook, letâs cut to the crap okay? If this is about the threat my mother made on your company, we can discuss it as adults. There is no need for you to try and sweeten me up, that shit wonât work. Instead of all the drama, why donât you tell m