IN THE SILENCE

Thousand hugs

"Mum!" (I stomped my foot grudgingly) "I'll be late for lectures, I have just few minutes left. the lecturer do not condole lateness."

"yeah? okay then" she said fixing the strap of her bag. "one last hug."

"urhh, it would be the 100th hug in two hours mom, I'll be home soon for holidays."

"when is that?" she asked again the 8th, 9th, 10th time. I've really lost count. sometimes I feel she does it on purpose. what am I saying, of course! it's intentional.

"for the upteenth time mom, it's in three months time"

"it's far love. you're not happy I came all the way down here to see you. I missed you sweetie, and that is why I am here. I'm sure you do too."

"yeah, I do. but I really need to go now" I said retracting my footsteps. "bye Mom" I said waving at her and hurrying down the road to get a taxi.

"Mimah! I'm not done with the hugs!" she screamed as I kept walking away.

"you'll get a lot of it when I come home." I returned in the same manner.

"love you!"

"love you more!"

I pinched my forehead from how frustrated I felt in that moment. am I happy that my mom decided she needed to see her daughter because she missed her? yes! but am I comfortable with the thousand hugs in two hours? no! I keep telling her that I am not a baby anymore and the hugs should reduce since it had always been that way while growing up.

I grew up with both my parents but somewhere between they got seperated. My mom knew I wasn't happy with how things turned, and keeps trying to make me understand. up until now I still haven't.

she would always meet me folded up in corners of the apartment my dad left to us, and would hug me when I refuse to say a word to her. This was how the hugs developed and eventually became a thing for her. Now, I still don't understand why they seperated or I choose to not understand rather, but I've outgrown this hugs haven't I? I'm 17 for crying out loud! if Nichole had come to pick me up this morning, I'm sure I would have missed out from half the section of the hugs. what a relief that would have been. she is definitely dead when I set my eyes on her.

seemed like she bailed on me. conjured with my mom. I'll get her back for this.

I thought to myself. hailed a cab and got in.

"Yolanda's University." I said to the driver offering a light smile.