That night was best from all the rest, mainly because I got to take a break off from work due to falling ill and my Mother was off in Toronto to visit someone for a while, meaning I could sleep rightfully in my bed for at least a week. I gave a happy sigh as I slid further into my bed with my arms and legs sprawled out. I was still over analyzing our quarrel before my Mother’s departure wondering if I could have handled our disagreement a little more maturely. I would like to think ‘No, I’m right’ but I knew half-heartedly I could have. I was just living in the moment, I was very angry but not only at her, but everything else that was going wrong in my life, hence why I somewhat exploded. I was known to be the peacekeeper in my family whenever a fight had broken out between all of us. Now I hated that role with a passion.
Light rain was drizzling over the city. The black clouds had rolled in sometime between the afternoon and evening and I felt like it perfectly fitted with my mood. My laptop was resting on my lap as I heard the crackling of ran stick on my window still. At the moment I was browsing through random sites and my eyes were glazed over from boredom. Many crumpled of tissues clutter my bed and many empty tissue boxes. I wiped the snot away with a swipe from my arm but soon realize how much I got on my arm. I clean my arm by rubbing it off on the bed.
“Could I get anymore attractive?” I sorely stated with a cough. Just than I heard the door crack open and I saw Aden’s blue eye peer in. I specifically told him not come in unless a nuclear bomb had hit because I didn’t want him getting sick, “Aden. I can see you. Don’t come in!”
Aden dared himself to push the door more open with the weight of his body, “Please?”
“Fine.” I snorted. I closed the laptop. I was dying for some company anyways, “Come on in, kiddo.”
He slowly swung the door open to allow himself in and did not respond. I was surprise to see him at first. His eyes appear to be a little stuffy and red. My first instinct was that he was getting sick himself. When he was climbing into bed with me he said, “I feel kind of sick, Auntie. Do I have to go to school tomorrow?”
“Oh Aden.” I said in a disappointing tone shaking my head at him. He was quickly stung by my words as he was getting himself comfortable by pulling the sheets over his body. I place my hand on his forehead and pressed down hard, “You’re not warm. I think you’re fine.”
“Are you sure?” He asked quickly looking up at me. His hand was place over mind, “I feel really sick though. I don’t think I can go to school. Maybe never again.”
I remove my hand from his forehead and cocked an eyebrow out of amusement, “Oh really? Wow, maybe than you should stay home. When Grandma gets back I’ll be sure to tell her to stick a thermometer up your little butt— ”
“Never mind.” He said with a pout and quickly flips himself over so he wasn’t facing me anymore. I couldn’t help but to chuckle to myself at his defeat. I tucked the sheets under his chin and gave him a hard rub at his head, laughing some more before returning to my side. It was still raining outside, a little harder in fact, as I heard the ‘plink plink plink’ against my window. Hopefully there wouldn’t be any thunder tonight, I thought, as I store the laptop away underneath the bed and throw away the use tissues. Thunder was one of my worst childhood fears that I hadn’t concur quite yet. There was no real reason why but I was sensitive to loud noises. Than my thoughts wonder to my Mother. I hope she was having a safe flight to Toronto. She usually freaks out if there are any turbulences during a plane ride, thinking her life would be over in any second. Actually she thinks everyday is the last day for her. That’s consider normal in our family as we watch her cry hysterically and yelling verses from the Quran.
I was considering turning off the light but I was worrying myself with sick thoughts. I could never imagine my Mother being out in the real world. I know something always screws up when she steps outside of my door and it may regard to her or people who surround her. I felt like an old Mother waiting for her teenage daughter to return from sneaking out of the house without permission. Sometimes the roles would switch between us so very often. Sometimes I would be the child and she would be the adult or vice versa. When we had fought before, I felt like a child throwing a temper tantrum but now it all changed. I was an adult waiting for my Mother’s safe return. I told myself to relax by sinking deeper into my pillow as my hands folded on my lap. I stare up at the ceiling looking for an answer. An answer to why I cared about my Mother all of a sudden?
“I’m bored!” I hollered to no one in particular. Than I started rambling, mostly because I was on medication and it make me go a little crazy, “Aden! Let’s go somewhere fun. How about Denny’s? Pancakes are nice. I like pancakes!”
My mind stops working when I hear an unusual sound. I hear a small sniffle coming from my side. Aden shifted a bit inside the bed while pulling the blanket over his head.
“Aden?” I looked over to my side to see his red face buried underneath the covers. His answer was delayed and I could hear his voice itching to say something. I quickly grew concern by sitting up on the bed, “Are you okay? Aden?”
He swallowed a hard lump in his throat and refused to look at me, “I’m alright. Just leave me alone.”
I knew it meant: “I’m not okay. Please listen to me” but in kid code. I could sense Aden was attempting his hardest to hide underneath the bed covers, enclosing him inside to everything else in the outside world, including me. I use to do that a lot when I was younger, I remember, and my sisters would continue bugging me until I confess what was on my mind. I took a familiar tactic that would confirm all of my answers. My oldest sister would do the same, it was a bit silly but it worked on me all the time. I knew he didn’t want to tell me what was wrong but half of him wanted too, I was sure of it.
“Alright Aden, I am going to take my finger to your eye and see if you’re crying!” I explained while leaning over with my index finger pulled out. At first he recoiled but stiffened as I draw closer to him. I felt around his eye to feel my finger wet with tears. I regretted for discovering further than I waned too. I was right.
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