IN LOVE WITH A MERMAID

EPISODE 1

I awoke early this morning with a grumbling stomach, for reasons that can't be far fetched with a little imagination: I slept off last night after a long day of hawking on a crowded street, and I forgot to eat my meal. I checked my mother's bed, which consists of a little bed with an oddly surviving small half, and she was not in it. I hurriedly kneeled down, said a fast prayer, and dashed to the window to see what time it was because there was no watch or clock to tell me what time it was. and I discover that it was still quite late at night, possibly around 5 a.m. I quickly made my bed out of various bags of cement sewed together and a pillow stuffed with rags, which I hid under the lone table in the room, and then I went out to hunt for my mother.

I saw my mother bending her head to blow out the fire she had formed and a small pot on the fire, and I stood at the door with tears streaming down my face, trying to wipe them away with the backs of my hands, which drew her attention to me, and she turned back with a bright smile on her face, which I could see from where I was standing with the fire close by.

She jumped to her feet and embraced me tightly.

"Don't cry, my son, today is, too special for you to cry," she whispered calmly as she wiped my tears away with the cloth around her waist.

“mum”. Even though I couldn't see her face, I knew she was stunning. I called slowly raising my head to stare at her gorgeous face.

"Yes, my diamond," she said with a charming smile that sent a brilliant smile to my face as well.

"I promise you, mum, I will take care of you, I promise you, mum, I will work so hard and face my studies as if my life depended on it," I exclaimed confidently, as she hugged me tighter.

"I believe you, son, you are working so hard already, and I apologize for forcing you to go through this hardship of life at such a young age," she replied, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face, and I, too, cried.

"Mum, I adore you."

"I adore you as well, my son."

With a pleasant smile, she replied.

I grinned and disengaged from the hug, heading for the house's front door.

"Good morning, ma," I said as I turned around to greet my mother, who smiled.

"I was hoping you wouldn't greet me today since you're growing up," she added with a smile, and I dashed into the home to finish my morning tasks as the day began to brighten.

Sorry for my lack of etiquette, I forgot to introduce myself because I was engrossed in that emotional conversation with my darling mother, my all-in-all and best-of-the-best.

I'm Samson Vicent, a 16-year-old child who was introduced to the world of struggle when he was just nine years old. My father was a well-off young man who had core companies in the city.

He died far too soon. My mother was accused of killing him due to what the doctor described as food poisoning. My father's families dumped us on the street with nothing, and we've been sleeping on the street for three years. My mother Hawk on the street for years, doing the best she could to care for me. We slept in people's balconies, beneath the bridge, and other filthy places until my mother saved up enough money to rent this modest house with a room and parlor, which has been of great use to us. Life on the street is not easy, as I was taught when I was a child.

My mother saved a little money and used it to open a small petty business outside the house, selling food items, and she ceased hawking on the street, which I took up to help her out as much as I could, despite her opposition to me hawking things for people. I hawk from Monday to Friday when I get home from school, and on Saturday I hawk all day in the entire city, resting only on Sunday, and it never stopped me from being extremely bright, topping my entire school, and being awarded a scholarship by the board of my Alma mater to continue my studies at a prestigious college where I never dreamed I could even smell the gate, let alone be counted among the students.

I hurriedly changed for my new school uniform, which consists of a blue long pant and a white shirt, and dashed to the parlor, where I met my mother, who was packaging things for the day's market.

"Mum, how do I look?" I inquire, and she turns around and stares at me as I open the door. Her lips were slightly open, and she had a dazzling smile on her face.

When she regained control of her voice, she said, "You remind me of your daddy, son," and I smiled.

"My son," she retorted, and I knelt since I already knew what was about to happen and it wasn't something new to me.

"You're starting a new school, and I'm not here to tell you what to do and what not to do. Be careful, and always focus on your studies, which is the only road to a bright future." Please maintain your good moral conduct and avoid bad friends because you have never let your father's name down. Please don't let me down because you are my eyes, my life, and my hope. You are the only reason I am still here today. People will make fun of you, so don't worry, my precious. Always remember that you are superior to them, that you own items that they could never dream of possessing, that you should avoid troubled areas, and that you must not fight.

I gazed up at her gorgeous face as she finished instructing me. What she mentioned isn't too difficult for me because I've already practiced it.

I broke myself from the hug and dashed to the table where she had placed my food, which I rapidly devoured.

I ate the food in less than 10 minutes, faster than a cheetah. You can't blame me; I hadn't eaten anything since the day before, and I was overjoyed to be accepted into the famous prestigious academy, a dream school for every kid, and a school for the wealthy.