Mom’s motel

“Mum, mum, I’m back,” I called out when I entered the house. Surprisingly, the door was open and that was unlikely. 

My eyes widened in astonishment as I walked into my room. My things were not there anymore and the walls were painted white. I couldn’t grasp the meaning of what my eyes were seeing.

“Hello,” I heard a voice say so I turned back to see who it was.

I glared at her for a while because I had not seen her before and I wondered what she was doing in my room.

“Hi, who are you?” I demanded.

She smiled, “I’m Victoria and you?”

“That’s not important. What are you doing in my house and in my room?” I asked her. 

She walked over to the bed, dropped what she was holding and sat down, “Your room? I don’t know what you are talking about. This is a motel and I paid to stay here for a few days.”

I swallowed hard, “What do you mean by a motel?”

She sighed, “Young lady, you’re disturbing me, the sign is outside. You should go check it out or talk to the owner,” she said dismissing me.

My heart raced and many things went through my mind. What if my mother had sold my dad’s house but how could she without telling me? I rushed outside to look for the sign and there it was, boldly indicated on the signpost. I was so steamed up so I rushed to find the owner. 

“Excuse me, where can I find the owner of this place?” I asked a young man I saw as he was about to enter the compound.

He directed me to the office and I proceeded to find the owner.

Mum saw me as I stepped in and she rushed to hug me with excitement, I hugged her in return. I could see she was so happy to see me but right now, I wasn’t.

“Amanda, you didn’t tell me you were coming back today.”

“And you didn’t tell me you were selling my father’s house for your stupid motel. So save your pretense mum,” I angrily told her.

“You won’t talk to me like that young lady, you’ll show me some respect. Has that boarding school loosened some nuts in your head?”

“Of course it has. Imagine coming into your father’s house to see everything changed and some strange lady living in your room. That drove me insane. I’m sure John and Lucy’s room would have been converted too,” I bitterly complained. “How could you mum? You know how much this house means to us and all the memories we have here.”

My mum wasn’t looking tough anymore. Her face grew pale and she left me and went to sit on the desk.

“You don’t understand Amanda and that’s why I didn’t tell you. I have you and your siblings to take care off. I also found out your father incurred some debts before he died so I’m trying everything possible to raise money to clear his debts and take care of you guys. I’m out of options, this is the only choice I have,” my mother sadly explained.

“No, this isn’t your only option. You should have gotten a job but no lazy women don’t,” and with that I ran out of her office and out of the compound to my friend’s house who I hadn’t seen for a long time.

Tears streaked down my cheeks as I walked back to the motel. I couldn’t help but feel bad about all Jake had said to me. He was right; I shouldn’t have spoken to my mum like that. I guess I let my emotions take the best of me. What kind of a daughter was I?

I cleaned my wet eyes when I saw my mum in front of the gate; she was sharing flyers to create awareness for her motel. I walked up to her but she didn’t turn to look at me.

I went on my knees and held her skirt, “Mum, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like that. I know you’re doing your best for us because you love us. I’m so sorry for speaking to you like that,” I pleaded and begged my mum with hot tears streaking down my tears.

Mum turned to look at me, “It’s okay my baby. I’m not mad at you. I expected it. I love you and I forgive you. Now get up, people are staring,” she said as she helped me up and hugged me.

She wiped my eyes and I collected some flyers from her so I could help her share them. She smiled at me and I swore in my heart that I never want to be the reason that smiles disappeared.

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