บท 6: My lucky self
Marian POV
"Oh my God! Your place is huge!", Zoey exclaimed as I led them in. Zoey and Belinda came around. I told them about my mother I just met recently and they wanted to visit as well.
My mother would still not let me out, so I asked if my friends could visit.
They awed in appreciation, taking in the modern decor. I had the same expression when I first came in here.
Albeit, it was cut short by the little revelation I saw when I first came.
l smiled as I led them into my room.
The girls whipped themselves into a frenzy as they saw my room.
My room here is spacious and wide with a floor to ceiling window by the left, presenting a lovely view of the hillside. There are two doors in the room, one leading to the restroom and the other leading to a walk-in closet.
There's a queen sized bed by the left, close to the floor to ceiling window and a vanity table by the right.
The property itself is located in a secluded area, a little bit far from the busy part of the city.
"Are you barbie? Your room is lit!" Belinda commented, she ran straight to the bed and rested on her back.
"Girl! Are you the only heir to the empire?" Zoey joked as she took in my room. "Your royal highness", she mocked a bow before sitting on the loveseat and hugged the stuffed bear beside her.
I sighed and sat on the floor, watching my friends as they had a little tour around the room and filled their eyes with the beautiful scenery.
If only I could see things, the way they did. They liked all the fancy things they saw. When all I could see is all the demerits attached to this new life. My freedom. I don't have the right to do simple things. I can't work at the cafe, I can't cook my own food, clean my own room or get groceries myself. Even an evening stroll outside of this gate is impossible.
They noticed my sour mood as they joined me on the floor, they sat by my side and rested their heads on my shoulder.
Realization was beginning to set in, they understood that even though I have the life of Barbie now, I would never be able to go back to my former lifestyle.
"Everything is going to be fine dear", Belinda whispered as she kissed my head.
I closed my eyes and reveled in the warmth they filled me with. This was what a family does, providing assurance and assistance even when things are not rosy. Not locking one up like some prisoner.
"It's okay. You are fine", Zoey whispered as she wiped a tear from my left cheek. I did not notice the tear.
"She is sick", I stated as I took turns looking at them.
"I just got to meet her and she's sick", I added as I cried.
"Oh, poor you", Belinda weeped as she scooted closer.
"How sick? Is she very ill?"
"Her lungs are weak. She slumped, I saw her on the floor, lying unconscious. What if no one noticed on time, what would have happened?"
"Thank God she's fine now." Zoey sighed in relief.
We shared a tight hug and cried together. My friends were going to miss me and I am going to miss them too.
I highly doubt it, my mother would not allow me to go back to my life. Accepting my fate for what it is, I cleared the sober mood.
"Now let's have some fun!"
After a few laughs between sobs, we all stood up and did some fun things.
I showed my friends all the things I kept myself busy with.
From my room, we moved to the kitchen. Zoey wanted us to bake some cookies.
"Even the kitchen looks like paradise. When our kitchen is not as big as the refrigerator here. The life of the rich. The life of the rich", Zoey made a tut tut sound at the end of her speech.
Belinda and I laughed at her silliness and followed her instructions as she did most of the work.
"Finally! My tasty ginger cookies are ready to be devoured", Zoey announced proudly.
Belinda and I wore a knowing look on our faces as we listened to our friend rattle like a craze chef.
After two straight hours of listening and obeying instructions, the cookies were finally ready.
Zoey enjoys cooking a lot and always produces a tasty meal every time she's trusted with the task.
She gave us one cookie each for our hard work, which left us begging for more.
Disregarding us, she instructed, "People! It's not over until it's over. We have a kitchen to clean!"
Belinda and I groaned in unison as we began to clean every dirt we spilled. We wiped the sink, took care of the dirty dishes, and returned all the wares and ingredients we used.
After working for another thirty minutes, we sat side by side and ate our cookies, chatting.
Happy moments like this make me euphoric. My friends and my friends are chatting away.
The moment was cut short when my mother came into the kitchen. My friends stood up at once and kept their eyes downwards.
My mother moved towards us, with a smile on her face, "Ladies, sorry for interrupting your little picnic, I just wanted to greet the girls who did more than I could give to my daughter."
"Please sit, do not stand on my account", she continued.
My friends awkwardly said their greetings as they sat.
"Thank you for your love. Words cannot explain how indebted I am towards you two", she continued as she held their hands in her and gave them a little squeeze.
"It's nothing ma. Marian is good to us too" Belinda politely pointed out.
My mother chuckled, "Thank you. Belinda and Zoey right?"
"Yes Ma'am", Zoey answered.
"Grace please, please call me Grace"
The girls were astonished by my mother's kindness and smiled at her. I watched them in disapproval as they started to warm up to my mother. My mother was winning them over.
Scratch that.
She had them exactly she wanted.
I did not utter a single word throughout her stay. My friends noticed it and complained when she left us.
"You haven't forgotten about the past yet, Marian." Zoey expressed her observation as she picked invisible dirt in her nails.
"I don't know. I think I need space…"
"Marian. You are lucky to have a woman like her as your mother", Belinda chided.
Zoey sighed and spoke with tears in her eyes, "You know, I always wish I met someone who is related to me by blood, talkmore my mother. Marian, God has given you a chance to meet your mum, don't waste it"
Zoey's last words clouded my mind, that was all I could think of. Even as they bid me goodbye, the words kept dancing in my peripheral vision.
As I returned back inside, I bumped into my mother. I stood still and watched her.
I am indeed lucky to be reunited with the woman that birthed me.
With a newfound eagerness, I ran to her like a toddler and hugged her.
"Mummy, I am sorry", I whispered.
"Hush my dear. It's okay", my mother hugged me back.
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