Bread and Jam

It's Coffee time. I sit by the window and noticed Mom being sick.

Brings me coffee we both sit on the couch beside the window of our living room. "Mom! usually you drink Tea, isn't it? Why coffee today? " asked Anne. Mom blinked as she sips coffee that was at perfect heat. "Mom! I asked you". "we drink tea most, right? So for the change, coffee for a week in a month" Mom somehow managed her. It was acceptable, but Anne's suspicion never leave her. "See the sky it's about to rain," Mom said. It's a topic changeover, and she knows hat well. 

Mom! don't you want to tell me something?" she asked politely. "Anne, you're a child behave and remember you're just 8 years old," Mom shouted her. That keeps high in the peak of her doubts. She started pleading Mom to tell her. Just because she dislikes watching our Mom being sick. She hung to Mom's shoulder then she hugged her, but Mom felt annoyed, and she pushed her away with force as she stands to ahead the kitchen.

She saw something on Mom's back. She had shouted like Mom! Mom! There's something on your back. Stay still. She screams in fear, she hates bugs. I go near and saw. It's a fresh stain. "Mom, it's a red stain are you bleeding?" I exclaimed. Mom rushed into the door and shut. She knocked and knocked again as she cried. I convinced her and old her to give some time to her. Meanwhile, she cried knowing the door. "Mom! Open! Please, What's going on. . ." I literally yelled at her. I couldn't calm her until then. I asked her to be calm and not to ask Mom anything. She went to her favorite spot at the couch in the hall waited for Mom to come out. Half past seven at night she comes out hesitantly. Approximately twenty minutes later. "Mom, are you alright? I had noticed you're sick, and now it's bleeding. What is it, Mom? Why?" When had she listened o me. She poured her questions to Mom.

Mom kneeled down to reach her height and held her on shoulder and said "You'll surly know when you become a teen like your sister". She couldn't cease her starving brain. She asked Mom to tell me right at that moment. Mom took her to the bathroom and showed something wrapped in newspaper in the bin with bloody Kleenex.

"Mom, did you bleed this much? what happened to you?" She hugged Mom as she wept. "Let me tell you what's it" Mom set her calm. She took her phone and searched for a video. That describes the menstrual cycle called the period. It took an hour to come to an end. That fed her starving brain cells and was finally got cleared after some clarification from Mom. I was the same when I was a kid. I was curious about Anne coming out from my Mom's stomach.  I saw her in pain and sill remember a video that she showed me when I was eight which filmed the birth of a baby (Sergey).

At that moment, Mom seems as a strange creature to me. I wondered how a human can live after cutting her stomach and sewing it. It's a whole peculiar story to me. All my hate for her was wiped out. I decided at that moment to obey Mom's words. Kept seeing her face as she observed my reactions. I smile at her and got her kiss and hugs. The same might have happened to my sister today, I guess. I proudly say that my Mom never treat us partly. "What do you think? Mom is weak or powerful? " Mom asked Anne, "No, Mom, women are strong enough. Mom, you used to ask me my wish, right? From now on, my wish is to become a shine in men's life around me.  Men like dad, bro, cousin, friends. . . I wanna light up their dark low thoughts' Mom... which I told her."  Mom asked the same to Anne, "Moms' are weak or strong?" Anne shouted, "Mom! You're my superhero forever. The doorbell rung. Dad entered, "Hi darling" smiles at Mom and noticed us standing beside her and came closer to Anne. He kissed her, "Hi my Princess". "Hi daddy. . . You have bread and jam for a week, I said running to my chamber. "Slap" I shut the door" Mom laughed and Dad was confusing. The story end with Dad's knowledge about Anne today. I would name this story as Anne Today. 

Haaawww (Yawning) it's bedtime. I'm off.

Good night, Sleep well.