Chapter Four: Super Mom

After that hateful encounter with the evildoer I found an empty table near the window. I looked at the view outside and it took my breath away. The view looks so scenic like a romantic place. Tall trees give shade to the place where varieties of colourful flowers carpeted the ground.

(So good for a flower salad….hahahahahah FOOD FOOD FOOD).

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*AUTHOR'S COMMENT: This girl everything you had in mind is food. Bouquet…Bouquet… It's good for a Bouquet.. (face slap) I remember I made you like that.*

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"Well the views good but my food look so beautiful like me.. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

"What can I say I heart food more than anything else especially FREE FOOD."

After that serious self-talk ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..... I indulge my pretty self in the heavenly world of luxurious food.

I grab this. Stuff it in my mouth. Chew it. Swallow it. Digest it.

I grab this. Stuff it in my mouth. Chew it. Swallow it. Digest it.

I grab this. Stuff it in my mouth. Chew it. Swallow it. Digest it.

ooopsss….. some are stuck.

grab a drink....then it's okay..

Again…

I grab this. Stuff it in my mouth. Chew it. Swallow it. Digest it.

I grab this. Stuff it in my mouth. Chew it. Swallow it. Digest it.

These actions repeat several times.

Until midway of my nirvana…

"Ting Ting Ting ting Mommy's here. Here. Here."

( My phone ring the music kinda' awkward well I'm not the one who set it that way. I tried to change it several times but my very good mother dear always got the say on my phone. Well I'm not a Phoney person anyway)

I halt my food escapade and open the message

(my mom always want to have the first priority so I have to open this or she will sulk the whole day.)

*Honey, my sweet little chumpkin, my cupcake, my darling. Your super one of a kind mommy congratulates you in your first day of being a college student. Have friends okay. Socialize and find friend who are girls. No touchie of boys okay. You're still young. Mommy still wants to cuddle my baby*

(Speechless)

"What the-"

Slapping my forehead

( Mom still Mom).

I replied

*Thanks Mom. Love you with a cherry on top.*

*Oh honey, Love you more*

*I love you mom*

*No no no no I love you much baby girl*

Mom is always like this I sent a reply, she'll reply over and over again.

Funny isn't it but my mom is the best mom. No matter what happen she's always there giving me a hand. I cried; she comforts me. I get angry; she talks to me. When I'm in pain she eases it. She's everything to me and my brother. She's the supermom in our like. The wonder woman who saves us in our greatest tragedy.

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Diary entry: December 25, 2010

Dear Diary,

I don't want to see mom cry.

I don't want to see my mom get hurt.

I don't want my mom to feel pain.

I don't want her to feel alone.

I want her to smile.

I want her to be happy.

I want her to feel comfortable.

I want her to find the man who can make her happy.

Crying…. crying she's always crying.

Pain… pain she's always in pain..

It's so dark here..

(sob….sob)

I miss my mom.

I'm scared.

Brother where are you?