“Apologize to your father, Lulu. It’s really your fault. I’m picking you up because I’m worried.”
It was at that time, I ran away from our home.
This guy was a punk, indeed. Why can he only say the right things? To be honest, I was sad that Gerald didn’t side with me.
“Lulu, if you promise to apologize to your father, I’ll give you a gift.’
I remembered the voice that comforted me affectionately. Gerald promised to go and play with me if I apologized to my dad.
Ah.
I remember it now. The reason I said mean things to my dad.
It was a very good age to play with friends. There was a time when I hung out with my friends and came in really late. It happened because I lost my way around the night market, but it was quite a sad memory for me.
“I was young.”
My eyelids trembled.
My dad . . .
“It’s my first time being a dad, too, Lulu. Will you finally know how dad feels when you become a mother?” That was what my father said, but unfortunately, I didn’t have a chance to be a mother. That was the fact that I can’t really swallow until now.
I was still just a child who couldn’t fully understand my parents’ hearts.
Still, when I came back, one good thing is that I have learned my lessons now. I will never say things that I will regret. If I do it again, I might as well just be still.
“You don’t have to be sorry while looking at your dad’s back.”
Tears flowed down as I closed my eyes.
“Dad . . .”
I thought that it would be better for me to stay and be present at all times.
* * *
“It looked like a goldfish! No! It’s a frog! They say it’s a monster! Argh!” I kicked Alexid’s butt and kicked him out.
“Don’t come to my room!”
And it’s still so early in the morning! What is this peanut older brother doing?
I knew that my face would bloat from crying till I slept. I remember back then, I tended to bloat so easily . . . Coming back in time doesn’t really mean I’m born again.
“Did you have a nightmare?” he asked.
“I guess so. I don’t remember at all.” I replied.
I sipped over the nutritional juice. It tasted bitter but delicious in its own way. I don’t understand why I used to hate it so much. The nanny put a cool spoon on my eyes. This was what I always did to reduce the dark circles that invaded my eyes and the bloated face I had.
“Oh my god . . . Lulu?”
“Mom, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“. . .” My mom stared at me for a while and didn’t say anything.
Then, after a few moments, she burst into laughter. “Oh, my. Hahahaha.”
Are you sure you’re my mom? How can you laugh at your daughter like that?
“Oh my god! Mom!” I yelled, pouting.
“Who is this? Are you my daughter? Oh my god!”
This is why I’m like this! My mom has never changed at all!
Gerald called me carefully. It was a tone to check if I was alright.
Today was the day of the brunch. The Herrington family launched a new business, and they were invited there, and all the children of the family’s acquaintances were invited because it was a simple brunch.
And of course, Gerald was there.
For some reason, I didn’t really know what to feel.
No matter how much I declared him as my ex-husband, is there a reason for him to act like we’re close?
“I really don’t know.”
It’s better to pretend not to know than say something that would backfire on me.
When I turned my head, Gerald quickly returned to me. “I think it’s true.”
Then he smiled even brightly.
It was a much more mature attitude than Alexid, who was beaten in the forehead while teasing me. I’m sure he’s ten years old. Why doesn’t he look like he’s a ten year old kid?