Child abuse ahead, if you are sessitive to such content, I advice you to skip till the rose emoji.
Author's P.O.V.
6 years old Y/N tip toes, her eyes straying from one corner to another making sure no one sees her, a giddy grin intact on her adroable lips, which are pursed to not let any giggle come from her mouth. She glance towards the paper in her hand, not an ordinary paper- a red colored letter. After hours of concentration, and practice from last few days, she has finally managed to decorate a mother's day card for her mother. And she has managed to do it all without anyone knowing in the house because she knows her parents want her to study instead of doing any other activities. but this is a special card, she will be happy. Her fingers clench on the edges of the paper when her parents' room came into her sight. Should I knock or surprise her? She chew her lips anxiously, weighing the options, I should knock, Giving herself a firm nod, she gently knock on the wooden door. Her toes curl in anticipation of her mother's reaction, eyes patiently waiting for her mother to open the door.
"What?" Her mother barks, and she takes a step back, flinching in process when her eyes lands on her mother's fierce glare. With trembling hands she forwards the letter towards her mother who's staring down at her with rage in her eyes. Y/N casts her eyes down when her mother snatch the letter from her hand.
"What is this?" annoyance drips in Mrs. Lee's voice as she lazily glance towards the sheet of paper in her hand.
"Happy mother's day, m-mumma." she mutters softly. Her voice has always been gentle, and atop of that she is an introvert kid which turns her cadence much more mellow.
"You made this letter?" Her fingers fumble with each other trying to crub the trembles in her hands. Her mother has never been a soft spoken person. She has a bad temper, and sensing that her mother is not in a good mood, beats of Y/N's heart become erractic. She won't beat me right? her eyes blurs when the silence become too loud for her palpating heart.
"Don't you have something to study?" A stern, skeptical question.
"I-I made it in free time, m-mumma." She whispers, and seconds later a huge gasp leaves her, her eyes wide in fear as her mother harshly pulls her chin upward.
"If you have enough time to make shit, come to kitchen. I will prefer you help me there, instead of drawing these useless crap. Understand?" The sharp nails of her mother's dug into her tender cheeks when the pressure increased.
"O-okay-" her breath hitch, and tears pour down her eyes over her mother's abrasive words, along with the pain.
"Quiet.Go the kitchen, now." She spat and leaves Y/N's face with a forceful push, letting her to stumble back and fall down with a thud. A sob leaves her lips at the sratch she got from the corner of the table.
"And throw this shit into dustbin. " Her tiny figure flinch when her mother throws the paper on her face. "Now, get up, or you need my help in that?" Her lungs weighs down from the knot forming in them, making it hard for her to breath. Her chest heaves, and elbow burns with the cut but after minutes of slipping and muffling her sobs, she finally manages to stand up and leave towards the kitchen.
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"What is this?" 10 years old Y/N jumps in her place when her mother throws her drawing book on the floor,
"d-drawing -" her mother's scoff interrupts her,
"You think I am blind? Why the fuck is it with you?" Y/n cowers at the spiteful words,
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