Chapter 8
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It was like I normally hurt her in a certain kind of way. How was that even possible when I've done my possible best to make her the best version of herself and make her feel good and disregard the fact that her mother was no more. After all, hadn't my endeavors turned out to be sufficient? Now she asked a question I couldn't even comprehend.
I ached for understanding. Wishing she explained better. Subsequently I found my tongue."What are you talking about,Sonny?"
She hesitated."All these years since I've known you all you ever spoke about is the similarities between us. My eyes like hers,hair like hers, voice too. I do this oh she does this too. Every time you repeat those same thing and I don't know who the hell she is!"
And she stormed out after that. Instinctively I knew she headed for her room.
That was it. She had finally blurted it all out. The reason behind the anger and grumpiness. Why she got pissed off occasionally when I casually spoke about the features and similarities she and her mother shared.
It was considerably dissapointing. Despite being a skillful detective all these years I was unable to suss out the reason sooner. I was so blinded by the love and care she needed but hadn't really got to know her thoroughly. To my surprise it was a different matter entirely.
Sonita was right,she deserved to know about her mother. I usually was worried it'd break her but she wasn't a kid anymore. And I was in no position to keep such secrets from her.
My voice of conscience reprimanded me for getting to perceive that now. It was quite unfair.
Sluggishly I stood and exited the kitchen and proceeded further into the living room. Everything was so orderly and remarkably beautiful. They looked pricey. Home was one thing to be grateful for. I was unsure if I had a high taste in the furnitures but when I had enough I preferred going with expensive. By a three long sofa I halted with a hand on the top as I looked about me for a while.
I felt the urge to mull over some things for a few seconds. The walls were covered with paintings. The room was spacious. A small glass table remained unwaveringly in the middle of the sofas, arranged in a triangular sort of way.
I walked towards the wall to touch a frame hung there. The one having the picture of a six-year-old Sonita playing in the amusement park unaware of the camera. She was guffawing as I pursued playfully,lost in her own world of mirth.
Unlike before my life was a less dramatic.
I couldn't help but smirk after some time. I loved her beautiful smiles which I no longer got to see often and her sweet laughter too.
Another had a picture of me grinning and some of my upper teeth were visible. It resembled a mischievous grin. To be honest I wished Rita's face was part of the ones on the walls. The moment I perceived my emotions began to run I buried those thoughts in my mind and took a flight up the stairs. After that I stopped at her bedroom door facing the door. I didn't bother checking if it was accessible,it wouldn't be. I didn't bother knocking on the door as well,she wouldn't open up. I knew better than all that.
Hence I circled around,my back leaning on the door as I let myself glide down to the floor and sat with my legs stretched out and my hands between my thighs. She needed stories about her mother. I was about giving it to her unsure if she was out of earshot or wasn't paying attention.
A thought occurred to me and I had no idea how she would see me after realizing I failed in the end. What if it ended the little love left in her heart for me? If only she knew how much she meant to me.
Be that as it may, I had to say it anyway.
"Her name was Rita."
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