Were You Drinking

"Good morning mum." Rita greeted her mother. "Good morning my girl." Her mother responded. Rita sat down immediately after the reply because that reply meant something was up.

"Is everything alright?" Rita asked her mother. "Yes. Everything is alright." Her mother said with a half smile. "Mum, I know you. Something is definitely wrong. So tell me." It was at that time she noticed a bottle of alcoholic wine on the floor just by the was side of the sofa her mother sat down on.

Mum! Were you drinking? What's problem? If you're still not aware you're getting me scared. Well I'm getting scared." Rita asked in horror. "What's the problem?" she asked her mother again. Her mum burst into tears. This got Rita more confused and worried. She had not seen her mother in such a state in her entire life before. Sure her mother drinks wine, but never an entire bottle. What could be the problem? Was it her late dad's debt? How bad was it? Are they going to be thrown out of the house? She thought

all dads debt have being cleared up by her mum. Did her mum lie to her just to

make her anxious free? A million thoughts ran through her head instantly which made her become lost in thoughts, her mum sniffing brought her back. "Mum." she called out again, this time softy. Rita grabbed the wipe on the table that was before her mom and gently wiped her mom's face with it. "Mum whatever it is, I'm sure we can pull through, we'll be fine, like we've always been. Her mum forced a smile with her pretty face, saying 'I'm not so sure this time.' In reply. Rita understood and continued to comfort her mother "We will be mom." But her voice also sounded uncertain. "Rita. I'm sorry but I can't promise you that neither should you say so too." Rita's mom caressed her face then continued "I'm afraid of leaving you and your brother alone. It's just going to be too hard for you two to bear." "Mom!" Rita screamed "I don't get it. What's with this? Suddenly you're talking about leaving? Leaving to where? Where are you going?" Tears flowed down Rita's eyes and she didn't even know why. "Listen. Talk to me like you would an adult. Don't treat me like a child. Please." Rita cleaned the tears from her eyes as she spoke. Her mother signed then called her name "Rita."