Hatred from within
511 Words
Miranda stared at her now empty wardrobe. Well, perhaps it was time she moved. She couldn’t afford that house anyway. She place the last piece of clothing in her luggage, before placing it down on the floor.
“Mum, are you ready?!” Amelia asked in smiles, holding a glowing stick and a reindeer hat. “Mum!!!”
Miranda knew how excited the child was. She would have acted the same way at her age…or she acted the same way. Grah! Why was she comparing her life with Amelia so much?
“Yes, Amelia. I am ready,” she said, lifting up the luggage. Claudia walked towards them as hurried down the stairs to board their cab.
“Alright, so, at Hillow, you will rent a place, I suppose,” Claudia reminded her of her plan.
Miranda nodded.
“Yes, the company will give me a place,” she explained before staring back at the empty house. “I can’t believe I am leaving this place.”
Claudia sighed before bumping her knuckle on Miranda’s shoulder.
“I know. There are lots of memories here. Amelia’s birth, the night the landlord took you in. I will never forget how you cried your eyes out,” Claudia reminded.
“It was cold and I was heavily pregnant,” Miranda said. “I cannot believe I came this far in 5 years.”
“It will suck if those evil people ruin everything you worked hard for,” Claudia hissed.
“They won’t,” Miranda assured her before pulling her for a hug. “Thanks for being there for me, Claudia. I will miss you.”
Claudia kissed her on the cheek before Amelia hugged them both on their legs. They laughed.
“Don’t miss me too much. My aunt lives at Hillow too, so I will visit whenever you need me,” Claudia assured her.
“Alright bestie.”
In a few hours, they were on the plane getting ready for the trip. Miranda adjusted Amelia’s seat belt hoping she was comfortable before buckling hers. The sound of the air hostess announcing their trip to Ireland sent her chills a bit, and she’d looked out of the window hoping to condition her mind to it.
“I am finally going home,” she said to herself. “I am going to those who threw me like dirt. Those I am to call family.”
“Mummy,” Amelia tapped her legs with her small hands, staring at her with her large round eyes.
“Baby,” Miranda smiled at her.
“How is Hillow like? Is it like America?” She asked with an enthusiastic tone.
Miranda stared out the window as she felt heartened by the memory.
“Well…it is better than America,” she admitted. “It is a land of culture, horses, pure water and good food. It is a place I was brought up in and I loved it with all my heart.”
“Loved? Why don’t you love it now?” Amelia asked, confused.
No response.
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