She woke up with her heart beating in her mouth. She even saw the light which people saw before death, she was ready to depart. She was happy to go far away from where she was and never come back again, but she woke up. She looked around; pictures began falling into her mind. They scared her, they hurt…she did not understand why…why such scenes appeared in her dreams again after more than 30 years.
There was a man with a gun and he was holding three of them hostage. She was left alone and her mother found a way to escape with her son. They left her alone with the man who had a gun. She felt what she had felt when she was with her as a little girl and it made her feel insignificant, small again.
She opened her eyes, remembered what had happened last night.She touched her left leg with the right one to feel alive again.She got out of the bed, still trying to understand what had happened to her. She checked her mobile, there was a miss call from her. She pretended that she did not care.
She looked into the mirror; “Despite all the mistakes I made in the past, despite all the bad people I met and let into my life in the past, I love and accept myself…and that is more than enough,” said she to the person she saw there.
She went to the kitchen; poured water into the cattle and turned it on. She walked out to the balcony to greet the Sun, to greet the trees, birds and clouds. She took a deep breath and thanked the Universe for the new day, but…but what was that? She had not felt that way for a long time. She walked back into the kitchen and the water was boiling. She made her coffee and walked into her study room. She checked her mobile once again. And she called her.
“Hey, good morning!” said she, could not call her mother.It no longer felt natural to her.”I saw your call just now mother,” she said quietly and added: “I slept early last night,”
“It is okay,” replied she in a motherly tone which she had learned after thousands of mistakes.
“I called Okan; he asked about you,” said she, talking about her nephew whose mother and father had abandoned him and who was now in the orphanage as a result.
“I talked to him last night. I asked him who had called him and he only remembered his uncle Berkan,” said she excitedly.
That was her only child she loved and traumatized all the other kids she had for his sake. She then remembered the dream she had had last night; it now made sense. In fact her dream was some kind of prediction of what she just heard. No nothing had changed. She was the mother who kissed every inch of her sons and hardly touched her daughters. And she was the same woman, still praising her sons and criticizing her.
No matter how much she tried to see her mother’s values and believes as idiotic, barbaric Islamic darkness; she could not overcome it. After all she paid all the debt of her motherhood more than she deserved.
“I called her,too, like you wanted me to mother!” said she, feeling hurt, knowing that she had said that on purpose to put her down like she used to do. It had been only a few months since she got in touch with her mother and now she was discovering that her mother had changed at all.
“Yes, he is proud of his uncle like all of us,” replied she, denying all the failures of Berkan as much as her successes.
She hung up on her and texted:
“This is it; this is the end. Do not call me ever again. You were never a mother for me, but I have tried to think and believe that you were. Go and live with your sons for whom you really employed your motherhood.”
She deleted her mother’s number and cried for the last time.And it was only a day before the mothers’ day. She dressed up and ran the the beach again.
Now it is your turn dear ones.
Is this really the end for our nameless character?
Please name her as you please.
What is the real story of the character that brought her to this point with her mother?
What other elements do you think might have formed her relationship with her mother?
What should happen after the text?
Happy writing to each one of you.
Have a wonderful week.