In my young mind. It's been a long time since I haven't called mom hmmm... almost 1 week until now maybe I should call her it's Saturday maybe she has free time.
**Calling Mom...**
"Hello who the hell are you?!" an angry voice of a man answered.
___I was shock I didn't expect that____
"Answer!!!" He get more angrier. Like he was high.(Like he take drugs)
The man was rude. My tears pooled over my cheeks.
"This is my mother's phone!" I screamed on the phone. I cried.
"It says unknown number kid" The man complained calmly as he know I was a kid.
"My mo---m.." I'm holding the phone while letting the tears of pain flow through my cheeks.
"Ahhh! Sh*t! Rosania!!!" The man got angry he didn't directly shout at the phone but I heard he was angry and he mentioned mom's name.
"Is this your daughter?!" The man didn't hung up the phone yet so I can still overhear their talk.
"Roger, Don't answer that! I don't have children" a voice of mom which pierce through heart it so painful to hear.
I was so furious that I can't handle myself. I hung up the call and can't do anything but cry and cry. That moment gave me the reason to hate my very own mother. I can never forget. I don't want to hear anything from her. Dad is right, I don't have to communicate with her. I was sure that she doesn't care about me and she's living with other person. From now on only dad is what I call my parent.
***Hello readers! Hope you enjoy the short content of the story I wrote. I've been busy for a while and I have weddings to attend. Sorry for the inconvenience!♡ I love you please continue to read and support me♡***
Mira Sol Berania (Liza Soberano)
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