She says she did not get the kind of daughter she wanted. I’ve just poured myself a drink which she considers sacrilege.
One fine day, uncharacteristically she heaps praise on me. I’ve carried the garbage out twice because the house help did not turn up.
Someone else who moves about with a duster in hand all day is efficient and lovable. But me – banging the keyboard or speaking in sessions – am not feminine enough.
Rejection has been the predominant theme from childhood.
I don’t know where to place the shame. She is not the kind of mother I wanted.
Written for Story Challenge in 99 words
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I drew that lady in your photo in my sketcher that was stolen last week. There’s just something about the look in her eyes that touched me.
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Disapproving eyes which also show fear of the unknown. Thanks for the effort!
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It’s a look I’m familiar with. I saw it often when I worked at the nursing home.
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Your comment inspired me to write this today.
https://www.reenasaxena-author.com/post/shades-of-disapproval
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Ouch! But some mothers are like that!
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True. Thank you, Punam!
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Oh dear this is heartbreaking but is actually happening
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Life is like that. Thank you, Mich!
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Sad and all too common. You can only be you! Great 99 word piece, Reena 💕🙂
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Thank you, Harmony!
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