Chapter 7: Divorced?!
My mother pointed out as she looked at me with disapproval swirling in the depths of her green eyes.
"I know, I know. I overslept," I admitted and quickly whisked past her without saying much.
Growing up, we didn't exactly have the best relationship.
She did the basics, put a roof over my head, fed me, changed me, but that's about it. However, it never really quite felt like she was my mother, almost felt like she was just existing in the same space as me because she didn't have any other choice. She never bothered to learn or remember anything about me, my likes and my dislikes, and the distance between us only grew as I grew up and she grew older.
She wasn't the best mother but she was still my mum after all and somewhere deep inside my heart, I still care for her despite what I may say.
I walked into the living hall to see Natalie sitting on the black custom-made leather couch next to her daughter, Evelyn. Evelyn was the same age as me and what are the odds that we somehow share the same birthday too?
Natalie must have heard me walk in as she immediately tore her gaze away from the television to meet my gaze.
"I'm so sorry that I'm late," I quickly apologised, giving her a slight bow. Natalie quickly got up from the couch and walked towards me, placing her hand on my shoulder as she gave me a smile.
"Don't worry about it," she assured. "You are only 10 minutes late, it's not the end of the world. Besides, we really do love your work, we wouldn't want anyone else helping Evelyn other than you."