Resentment 2.. mother's view
Resentment 2
An older lady sat on the second floor of her old Victoria style home. She’s in her 50’s and her face tells every trial she had ever had. Wearing her off white night gown and slippers she sat in a dimly lit alcove. There was a bookshelf, a table with a lamp on it and a small couch. She sat leaning on the armrest with her legs and feet curled to the side. Reading the same book she’s read a million times while she patiently waited on the timer to go off. Twenty minutes later, her wait was over. Causing her to walk down to the kitchen. She entered the blue-green room, with a smile on her face. For she knew her son’s favorite cookies were done. She put on her oven mits, and opened the oven door. A gust of hot air, scented with ginger, floated out of the oven and filled the room. She carefully placed the cookies on the cookie rack and waited for them to cool. While waiting she walked, in her night slippers and gown to the table and set it. By this time the cookies were cool so she placed them gently onto a plate and onto the set table. Perfection. She gathered herself a napkin and placed a ginger bread man on top. As well as a cup of lemonade and walked upstairs. The stairs were old. She had lived there since she was married. 35 years to this date it had been. It was 5 years ago, tho. That she lost her husband. He had been on his way back from picking up is daughter in law and grand daughter. Carl, like he always did, went to pick them up so they could celebrate their anniversaries together. For their son and daughter in law had been married at the same place and date as his mother. Harold, her son, he stayed home to tye up a few loose ends before the big winter snow set in. But trouble was the threesomes end. The snow set in unexpectedly soon. They were caught between towns. Two feet deep within an hour. They couldn’t make it home, so they bundled up with what ever they could and met their demise in the back seat of his old Buick. Now Harold has given up his life and home to stay with his mother. She gives him free range to come and go whenever he pleases, but tonight, she expected him home. After the first year he stopped crying. After the second he stopped asking why. After the third and forth he had learned to forget. Every year they still celebrate their anniversaries, and every year she has to tell him to move on. For her and Carl never got along. They always faught, it was just easier for her, when he was gone. This bothered Harold from time to time. How easily it was for her to just let go. She thought of this as she sat on the old couch upstairs and ate her cookie. When the cookie was gone, jshe read her book. Getting lost in it’s majestic story the only sound that brought her back to reality was the wind outside and the tock from the old grandfather clock downstairs. It had been a gift from her daughter in law, and on this date, every hour when it went off it sent chills through her entire body. Nine o’clock, Ten o’clock and Eleven o’clock, she thought, I should be going to bed soon. So she drank the rest of her lemonade till there was nothing but melting ice in the bottom and retreated to her bedroom on the left of the alcove. It wasn’t long till she heard the door from downstairs slam into the wall behind it and the tock of the twelfth hour. It woke her from her sleep. She snarled and growled as she yelled downstairs “ Harold, Harold? Is that you boy? Close the door, you’re letting all the cold air in.” She heard no reply but simply she rolled over and began to sleep again. Awaken soon after she felt a cold breeze fill the room. So she pulled up her covers and thought nothing of it. The rocker in the corner moved, and made a lit squeaking sound, but again she didn’t even bother to look up. She heard footsteps across the room and back beside her, but this time it was fear that kept her still. Without a seconds notice she felt a pillow over her mouth. She faught for every breathe. Kicking and yelling “ Help, please, help!” She used every ounce of energy she had trying to release herself. The light from outside shown a shadowy figure. She noticed he had been crying but you could see the hate that was boiling inside of him. He was insane, but much stronger than herself. It wasn’t long before she gave up and her spirit left her body. Her last thoughts were of her son and husband, and how she loved them so.
~K~
An older lady sat on the second floor of her old Victoria style home. She’s in her 50’s and her face tells every trial she had ever had. Wearing her off white night gown and slippers she sat in a dimly lit alcove. There was a bookshelf, a table with a lamp on it and a small couch. She sat leaning on the armrest with her legs and feet curled to the side. Reading the same book she’s read a million times while she patiently waited on the timer to go off. Twenty minutes later, her wait was over. Causing her to walk down to the kitchen. She entered the blue-green room, with a smile on her face. For she knew her son’s favorite cookies were done. She put on her oven mits, and opened the oven door. A gust of hot air, scented with ginger, floated out of the oven and filled the room. She carefully placed the cookies on the cookie rack and waited for them to cool. While waiting she walked, in her night slippers and gown to the table and set it. By this time the cookies were cool so she placed them gently onto a plate and onto the set table. Perfection. She gathered herself a napkin and placed a ginger bread man on top. As well as a cup of lemonade and walked upstairs. The stairs were old. She had lived there since she was married. 35 years to this date it had been. It was 5 years ago, tho. That she lost her husband. He had been on his way back from picking up is daughter in law and grand daughter. Carl, like he always did, went to pick them up so they could celebrate their anniversaries together. For their son and daughter in law had been married at the same place and date as his mother. Harold, her son, he stayed home to tye up a few loose ends before the big winter snow set in. But trouble was the threesomes end. The snow set in unexpectedly soon. They were caught between towns. Two feet deep within an hour. They couldn’t make it home, so they bundled up with what ever they could and met their demise in the back seat of his old Buick. Now Harold has given up his life and home to stay with his mother. She gives him free range to come and go whenever he pleases, but tonight, she expected him home. After the first year he stopped crying. After the second he stopped asking why. After the third and forth he had learned to forget. Every year they still celebrate their anniversaries, and every year she has to tell him to move on. For her and Carl never got along. They always faught, it was just easier for her, when he was gone. This bothered Harold from time to time. How easily it was for her to just let go. She thought of this as she sat on the old couch upstairs and ate her cookie. When the cookie was gone, jshe read her book. Getting lost in it’s majestic story the only sound that brought her back to reality was the wind outside and the tock from the old grandfather clock downstairs. It had been a gift from her daughter in law, and on this date, every hour when it went off it sent chills through her entire body. Nine o’clock, Ten o’clock and Eleven o’clock, she thought, I should be going to bed soon. So she drank the rest of her lemonade till there was nothing but melting ice in the bottom and retreated to her bedroom on the left of the alcove. It wasn’t long till she heard the door from downstairs slam into the wall behind it and the tock of the twelfth hour. It woke her from her sleep. She snarled and growled as she yelled downstairs “ Harold, Harold? Is that you boy? Close the door, you’re letting all the cold air in.” She heard no reply but simply she rolled over and began to sleep again. Awaken soon after she felt a cold breeze fill the room. So she pulled up her covers and thought nothing of it. The rocker in the corner moved, and made a lit squeaking sound, but again she didn’t even bother to look up. She heard footsteps across the room and back beside her, but this time it was fear that kept her still. Without a seconds notice she felt a pillow over her mouth. She faught for every breathe. Kicking and yelling “ Help, please, help!” She used every ounce of energy she had trying to release herself. The light from outside shown a shadowy figure. She noticed he had been crying but you could see the hate that was boiling inside of him. He was insane, but much stronger than herself. It wasn’t long before she gave up and her spirit left her body. Her last thoughts were of her son and husband, and how she loved them so.
~K~