PSYCHO STAMMERER
"M... mom.... mom please don't... t... don't leave me."
"Mom p... p... pl... please."
"Mother!"
I didn't need to strain my ears to know that there will be a medical team and that woman at my door in no time.
I also didn't need to feel my temperature or the tears in my face to know I've had another nightmare.
It's the third in two days.
Neither did I need to check my calendar to know why.
She left this same day seven years ago.
But why?
Dad loved her, I did.
She said she loved me too, so why?
Why did she leave?
Why did she leave her only child?
Why did she leave the man she swore to love till eternity.
Why?!
Did she not want me anymore?
Was I too annoying as a child?
Was I so overbearing that she really wanted to escape?
Or did she never love me?.
No! No!! No!!!
My mother loved me. She loved me dearly.
She loved me more than her job, what else could I ask for.
I should wish her happiness instead.
I should pray to God for her safety instead.
I should wish her the best and work hard on my part, so that when she sees me in the future she will be proud of me.
Maybe she will want me back.
Maybe.....
No I shouldn't think that way. If she left me, she has her reasons, I shouldn't be selfish as to want her back.
What if she has another child and I make her sad by appearing in front of her.
No no.
I just have to hide.
Or?
"Vivian." No not this woman.
"D... don't co.. com.... come i... in,don't!" I can't let her come in.
I can't let her see me like this.
She will start to pity me.
No I can't let that happen. She will start to cuddle me and sing me those songs that make me happy.
No I can't let that happen.
Only my mother should do that.
Only mother.
I can't let this woman take care of me.
She would easily replace my mother, because she is amazing.
But I can't let that happen.
"Do n... not come i... i... inside if you are n... n... not my mother."
"No no no, I can't drag my mother into this. I can't," the rest of my words came out as whispers, "mother can't see me like this, what if I'm too troublesome and she leaves again, what if she doesn't like people like me."
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Short StoryIf you have not felt desperation relative to the separation from your mother or an adult you most look up to. If you have not felt heartbreaken not from formed love, but from the romance a mother and her child felt from birth, if feelings are as ins...
