About a week has passed since I woke up. I have been rapidly healing and now I am totally fine. I can ignore the still broken kneecap and the broken collarbone. I was about to head straight for Samantha. However my family vehemently opposed to that.
Now I am sitting on a sofa in the lounge. Fiona has been cooking for everyone since coming here. Mom wanted to help but she has entered her last stage of pregnancy. So Fiona won't let her do anything.
I hear that Aura, Fay and Hazel have started cooking as well. They take turns to cook. Amaryllis has been giving pointers to Hazel.
Mom is sitting right next to me. Her stomach is bulging through her clothes.
"I was worried that I might miss the birth of my sibling."
"I was worried about that as well. I think it won't take more than a week." (Mom)
"It does feel weird to get a sibling at this age. But I am a bit excited about it as well."
It's a weird and complicated feeling. Let's not think too much about it.
I light my pointer finger on fire. It is indeed a physical ability. It does not use <Spirit> or mana. However it does have limits.
I can only use it to a certain extent. Any stronger than that, my body would crumble. It uses my stamina. The more I use, the weaker I get physically.
"Does it hurt?" (Mom)
"It does not. It is a part of my body. I can't get hurt by it at this level. See.."
I turn the heat up a notch.
"I can feel the heat. Are you sure it's not burning you?" (Mom)
"You worry a little too much."
Maybe that wasn't the best of things to say.
"And why is it that I have to constantly worry about you?" (Mom)
She is a little angry.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault."
I apologize. I don't mean to get in trouble but it happens.
"I am happy that you are going to such lengths to help others. You are looking out for your family. That's good. But you have to assure them of your safety. Do you know how worried I was?" (Mom)
"I can't say I do."
What is the use of lying? I have understood one thing. I am bad at lying and mothers are far more perceptive than one might think.
"It's good that you are honest. But you are still a simpleton. But you have Hazel, Aura and Fay with you. Everyone is very perceptive so they won't let you fall into traps." (Mom)
"I am actually glad that they are with me. Otherwise, I might have done some weird things."
Although they let me do whatever I want, I have a feeling that they will stop me if it's wrong or a trap.
"Really, this might be the first time in a long while that we are having a talk with each other." (Mom)
"Yeah. That one incident started everything."
I recall the pedophile incident. On the surface, it isn't much. But I think it was part of an elaborate plan.
"I was really worried and scared. I wanted to talk to you. But this unnatural fear was possessing both of us. We were too afraid of you." (Mom)
"It's totally normal. Being afraid of an abnormality is normal."
It's not her fault. Or dad's either. It's a biological trait. Every human has that same fear etched into their minds.
"Recalling that only brings back bad memories." (Mom)
"Then let's talk about something else."
"I actually wanted to know how you lived after you moved out. We know where you lived and what you did but I want to know more. Parents know their children better than anyone but I know almost nothing about you. It has bothered me for a long time." (Mom)
So she is worried about such stuff. I basically consider myself as an introvert. I like to keep it to myself. But if it's bothering her this much, I should just tell her.
"As you already know, I got a job in the mines. The minimum age was 15. I fit the bill and I was competent enough to work in the mines so they hired me.
Some miners had their reservations about me but they didn't talk to me in the first place. It was normal. I worked more than them. I was paid more than them. It wasn't bad. The money was good. But I only spent money on books."
"Yeah. One time I thought I should clean your room. But it was such a mess that I gave up. Books were literally everywhere. Even your dad was surprised when he found out first. He told me and I thought you had some books.
I didn't expect the entire room to be full of books. I thought it would be best if I let it be as is." (Mom)
"Well, when I moved out, I donated the books to the library. I kept a few with me and donated the rest. I had digital copies of those on my phone."
"Why did you suddenly think of moving out?" (Mom)
That's a question I have asked myself before.
"One day I suddenly thought that I earn enough to live on my own. Maybe I should I should try it. And I rented my apartment."
"It was sad that you were leaving. But back then, we both felt relieved. Like a big pressure was released." (Mom)
"Living alone at first was hard. Cooking was hard. Buying groceries were tough. The rabid housewives, it kinda gave me a trauma."
I remember the first time I thought of getting something from the special sale. I got nothing. I got pushed out by the mob of housewives trying to take everything.
I gave up on that and decided to just buy regular price stuff.
"That is a skill every housewife must have. Even your dad feared going to a special sale." (Mom)
"Cooking wasn't hard because of the recipe. I had absolutely no practice. Cutting with a knife, handling the ingredients, they were hard.
But I got the hang of it after a few cuts. Even working in the mines was easier than regular housework. That made me respect the housewives even more."
I truly understand why they should be respected. Housework is mundane. That's the hard part.
"How was work?" (Mom)
"Normal. I used to work for 8 hours a day. Well, miners only need to work one shift of 4 hours. So I worked the the 4 hours as overtime. Since overtime is paid more, I got more salary than normal."
Out talk was going well when dad came back. He went fishing at dawn and came back before breakfast. Everyone is helping Fiona in the kitchen. The breakfast is almost ready.
My right kneecap is still broken so I have to walk on one foot. It's hopping mostly. But this speed of recovery says that I will be able to depart in a couple of days. This time, no hold barred. I'll be seriously attacking.
Some mother and son bonding. Well, I argue with my mom all the time so I tried to make this conversation as smooth as possible. And Clive didn’t say the things I normally say. If only I had his skills.