Chapter Six - Helpless

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Chapter Six - Helpless

It is saddening that my attempts of harmless generosity led to disharmony. For my father was adamant with bated breath that my mother was to blame for all that was happening and he was also fixated on the fact that my mother was lending me a hand financially and that made him feel tremendously defied. I yearned to do something but not while my father was still angered by my recent deeds, yet my mother had asked me not to reach out to my father on her behalf because that would only add fuel to the fire and we did not want that to happen but that plight made me feel helpless.

I hadn't travelled a lot around Soweto since I was always at work, though I would hear people say it's a fun place consisting of an abundance of activities. Furthermore, I hadn't made friends as well, so I was always alone but that did not bother me at all and in all sincerity, I did not want a lot of friends, I just needed one, merely because I did not like the idea of having more than one friend. 

I took a day off from work since I had been working continuously hard and invited my mother for lunch. I just wanted to lighten up her mood, especially since I felt accountable for all that had taken place. My mother enjoyed spending time with me, for she never had friends and not that she was forbidden to have friends, she just chose not to have them. I suspect it's because of the encounter she once had when she was in college. She had a friend whom she tenderly loved, I do not know her name, for my mother did not rejoice in talking about her but I do know that they were very close and that they loved each other a lot. I would often hear my father urge my mother to forgive and mend fences with her friend but that was a long time ago, I think I was ten years old at that time. My parents were still best friends and I admired that, for I even looked forward to getting married as well. I know I was still a juvenile to have such thoughts but they were joyous and I could not let loose. My mother was not willing to reach out to her former friend but she had forgiven her for her deeds. I do not know much about what happened between them but I do know that my mother was severely betrayed.

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"Hello Nathan." My mother greeted me with a joyful smile on her face and I was delighted to see her smiling, yet my mother was very good at pretending to be okay, so it was not easy to determine a lot of things about her, she did not like to impose at all, she always felt like disclosing her actual feelings would abundantly burden others and I did not rejoice in that mindset of hers.

"Hello mom, I am so happy to see you smiling." I greeted my mother back and mildly gave her a hug filled with endearment, for I truly was happy to be in her midst.

I took her to one of the restaurants in Johannesburg, for we both had never gone there for pleasure, what we knew of the place was from hearsay. We had always spent time in Polokwane and we enjoyed being there, it was a beautiful city and I still love it, despite my relocation. Going out for lunch with my mother was a great idea, it rejuvenated the both of us. 


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