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My mother called, Again and again. And again. This time I had to take it, I couldn't delay it further. She had prepared dinner for me. Word was that he was 'that kind' too. Mothers, they're never satisfied till their kids are 'settled". I wasnt prepared to go to the kitchen. I glanced for the last time in the mirror "your still a disapoinment" i whispered to myself. I went downstairs. Walking on my tip toes, as someone was watching me. I peeked through the door.
3.2.1- i counted down.
"*make a name here* COME FOR DINNER RIGHT NOW!" she yelled. I entered the room, fake smile showed the row of straight white teeth.I sat down listening to the conversations. They were talking about me. Again. I listened paitantly to what they wanted to tell me. Of course she wasnt satisfied with my grades, the way i was. She simply hated me. I baricaded myslef in my own head.Their voices became distant.
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