Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Dec 29, 2011 18:14:32 GMT -6
Saturday, May 10
Finally, after three hours of strenuous activity, I can go out and do some shopping. It's Papa's birthday today, after all, and he said he could go home early today. Me and Mama will prepare a feast and the three of us will have dinner together, which has not happened for a very long time.
Thanks to the list Mama gave me, I didn't have much problem finding the necessary ingredients, and finished the shopping much faster than I expected. Even though we have cooks working in our mansion, my mother still insist on doing the work herself whenever she has a chance, and the food she makes has a unique, pleasant taste like no other. Maybe I'm one of those who get fixated over their mothers' homemade food.
Now I'm walking, maybe skipping, back to our home, with shopping bags in hand, and a larger-than-usual smile on my face. Then my cell phone rings.
That tune... It can only be Papa. Why is he calling me now, I wonder? I press the answer button, say the obligatory "Hello", and wait for his response. After some small talk, suddenly there is some... hesitation and... regret in his voice:
"I'm sorry, Iryna, but I cannot come home early this evening."
"Some unexpected events have occurred at the company, and my presence is required, so... I'm afraid I cannot have dinner with you and your mother. I'm so sorry..."
"Don't worry, Papa." I cut in before Papa has a chance to say anything more, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "It's your company, after all, so it must be serious if you have to be there. Mama and I will think of something, Papa. You can concentrate on your work. We... We can take care of ourselves. Good luck, Papa. Bye."
I quickly press the "End Call" button. Somehow, the phone's screen looks darker and blurrier than usual, and the sound of my phone shutting is so hollow. I absentmindedly slip my phone back into my pocket, ans stare aimlessly towards the end of the road. Ok... so he's busy again, it's normal, right? Papa is the breadwinner after all, he works hard for my sake and Mama's, right? That's his responsibility, right?
I don't whether I have moved an inch after that phone call ends. Somehow, I don't feel anything anymore. I don't even care when my vision is covered by a curtain of water, and my clothes start clinging onto my skin. Is it raining? And suddenly my eyes become blurry. Is it because of the rainwater's force?