Chapter Five - Gestures
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Chapter Five - Gestures
Having a discerning eye has always been one of my remarkable attributes, thus my pursuit of finding heart-warming gifts for my parents was not a needle in a haystack, I knew exactly what to buy for them, I just needed to find affordable stores. My mother was a very simple person, she was not selective at all and she knew how to display gestures of gratefulness when kindness was lengthened to her. I immensely admired my mother, because she did not allow her success to alter her personality. She did her utmost to tenderly maintain humility and respect for others, despite their calibers and I truly loved that about her, so at once I willfully decided to buy her a handbag, an adoration dearly close to her heart and I completely understand that women in abundance possibly share that sentiment but I feel like it was slightly different with my mother. I remember when my dad was still a gentleman towards her, whenever he wanted to entice her or lighten up her day, he would buy her a handbag and regardless of my mother already having an abundance of those in her ownership, she would always be delighted by a gift consisting of a handbag; and inexpensive or not, she would always appreciate the gesture with bated breath, so I fondly bought her one, just to show my impassioned appreciation for all that she had done for me and in essence, for being a unique mother.
My father on the other hand was tickled by the sight and consumption of white wine and for a very long time I could not understand because for someone of his caliber, I thought he would be fond of whiskeys and other beverages similar to the latter but he chose a different path, yet unlike my mother, my father specifically preferred expensive bottles of wine and if it was not expensive, oftentimes he would be reluctant to drink it and he would do that with blatancy. I did not like that about him, I honestly did not like that side of him, it was very discourteous but he was adamant and fixed in his ways and there was nothing I could do about that but my current problem was his mindset of only accepting expensive bottles of wine. I wanted to get him one, just to show him that even though we did not see eye to eye, I still loved him. You may ask, why not get him a different gift, unfortunately, my father was only in love with expensive things, such as clothes, shoes and cars, so wine was the only thing I could buy for him, I could not buy food for him, because there was always a lot of it at home and I was not complaining about getting my father a gift, I just did not want to spend too much of the money I had made because it was all I had and my father had made it clear that he would not help me, should I take a different course and that was my present plight, so I was a bit hesitant.
Yet, despite my hesitation, I went ahead and bought him a bottle of wine that was dear to him, and I will not lie, it had cost me an arm and a leg but I got it for him because I wanted to show him that I loved him, and that I was grateful for all that he had done for me. Furthermore, I harbored some form of hope in my heart that this gift would help us to mend fences, though I was a bit sluggish to fully embrace that possibility because I knew that my father was a hard nut to crack.
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I immediately sent my parents’ gifts by courier after gently packaging them, though I did not alert parents prior because I wanted to surprise them. Nonetheless, I was not sure if my father would be willing to accept the gift I had bought for him, I had also written notes for both my parents and this time around, the note I had written for my father was both jovial and cordial.
"Steven, Nathan sent us gifts, look, here's yours." My mother excitedly told my father about the gifts I had sent them and she was very happy. Sadly, it did not seem like my father was keen to see his, if anything, he seemed annoyed.
"Steven." Once again my mother tried to get my father's attention since her first attempt was ignored. "I know you dislike what Nathan did but look, he is really trying to make amends." My mother was really trying her best to speak on my behalf but it seemed as though she was talking to a wall. "At least open it and see what Nathan bought for you, I am begging you my love, I sincerely do not find pleasure in having to see you and Nathan being hostile to each other like this, it is putting me between a rock and a hard place, causing hostility upon me."
When hearing those words, my father gazed at my mother yet his facial expression was not friendly at all, and my mother shivered a little upon seeing that gaze from her husband, since she was at a loss for words.
"Natasha, you are so resilient at times and I don't like that. Let me see it." At once my father responded but it was obviously not a gentle response, yet my mother discreetly smiled a little, for she had convinced my father to open his gift. There-upon, she handed it to him as my father had requested but he held it with reluctance and disdain. He opened it, read the note and after reading it, he vigorously tore the note into pieces, and asked the following question with wrath, "Where did Nathan get the money to buy me this wine?" My father impolitely asked my mother, implying that she had given me money to buy those gifts.
"Steven, No. I..." She tried to rectify my father's misconception but she was not given a chance to accomplish that.
"Do not lie to me Natasha, I told you not to help that boy and you defied me." Once again, my father's wrath led him into saying hostile things to his wife, thus my mother decided to let bygones be bygones. She did not attempt any further to enlighten him. I was dismayed when she told me about everything that had happened and I regretted sending my father a gift.
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