Chapter Thirteen - Nonchalant

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Chapter Thirteen - Nonchalant

As I said in the previous chapter, my mother was excessively happy for me and the sight of her happiness empowered me with delight. Henceforth, I could not shy away from the amount of joy that was constantly setting me alight. It was a blissful reality, one that I yearned to embrace to eternity, yet despite my happiness and that of my mother, I still longed for my father's approval and I know that I previously mentioned that I was not going to let his disapproval rain on my parade but to be honest, I was just pretending, though I could no longer disown the fact that I was longing to see my family united during the hour of my victory. Furthermore; I think my mother and I shared that sentiment, for she had willfully decided to tell my father about the art program, and the ramification of my application there-upon.

Sadly, he was neither happy nor amazed to hear that I was going to Switzerland because of my art. I was sincerely dejected when my mother told me about my father's nonchalance towards my achievement, apparently his response was "Well, good for him." I would always hear about people who have bitter relationships with their dads, but I had never thought that I would one day be one of them and I dare-say that being in that position embitters a lot of things.


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My mother did her best to lighten up my mood and I dare-say that her endeavors succeeded, for she pleaded with my dad that I visit home, and to that plea, he agreed. I think my mother's design was to have us all in the same chamber, but unfortunately, my dad took a leave of absence, I suppose he was still mad at me. Nevertheless, I was happy to be home just before my departure to Switzerland. My mother had gone the whole nine yards for me, for she had prepared delicacies in abundance and most of them were my favorites. What added the cherry on top, was the gift that my mom had bought for me, I even wept upon receiving it, for I could see that she was truly trying her best to make me happy despite my father's doings, yet the plight at hand was putting her between a rock and a hard place, and the sight of that situation scarred me beyond redemption. I even felt that maybe it was a good thing that I was going to a different country for a while, I don't know why I resorted to that impression but I assumed that maybe being far away from my parents would help them mend their marriage.


The gift that my mother had bought me was a watch, a skeleton watch, and I was fond of those. I wore it immediately after receiving it, for it was really beautiful. 


Chapter Fourteen will be posted next week Wednesday.

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