When the queen is distressed
The kingdom cannot rest
She is in the kitchen, as always, and Yuri notices a fresh bruise on her wrist.
"Māmā shénme shì nàxiē diē dǎ sǔnshāng" (Mama, what are those bruises from?)
"Bùyào dānxīn tā wǒ de ài"(Do not worry about it, my love.)
"Tell me." Yuri orders to the small Chinese woman avoiding his eyes.
Yuri does not except her to return his gaze, her eyes aflame with something he hasn't seen in a while.
"You will not order me, Aleyuri. You will not be like your father. Of all the women you break and disrespect, I refuse to be one of them. Do you understand?" His mother has never spoken so harshly to Yuri before, and for a moment, he is shocked.
However, he gets over his state upon realizing his mothers seriousness.
"Wǒ hěn bàoqiàn" (I am sorry) "Mama, I am only worried for you."
His mother returns to her cooking. "Your worries fix nothing, my son. I do not want you getting involved in any of my business that does not regard us two."
Yuri sighes. He knows he should push the conversation, but he never does. He knows what goes behind the closed- and open doors of his father's house... and yet, he does nothing.
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Mr. Misty Eyed
Short Story"Gangsters don't cry therefore I'm Mr. Misty Eyed" -Twenty One Pilots This book is a mess, read at your own risk. Wrote it a long time ago © Charlotte Écrivain
