Chapter 76: The Time That Made Him What He Is : The Beginning
>>Hael (Childhood)
I never wanted to remember my father. He was the man who left my mother after promising her he would come back to her but never did.
My mother and I lived in a pretty isolated place. It was a serene place, we lived in a furnished cottage by the river in the middle of a vast field. But as far as my memories go, I only remember my mother waiting for the human she fell for, but with each passing day in which he made no contact with her, she seemed to grow more absent-minded.
These are distant memories, it starts from her being angry, and then those feelings shifting to isolation.
As the golden hues of sunset paint the sky, I sat in the field making a flower garland. One my mother had taught me before my father left. I kept glancing at her while I made that garland while she sat with her back to me. The sun painted her with its colors while her eyes searched for someone who was never coming back.
his arms laden with wildflowers he picked in the meadow. "Mom, look at this crown! I made it for you!" I announced, my voice filled with pride as I stood there with the wreath in my hands.
She didn’t respond to me at first, "MOM!" But when I called her while standing right next to her, she jumped and looked at me.
"Oh," She merely offered a distracted smile, "You made this?" Her mind was somewhere else but she still took the crown from me.
"You put it on your head." I said while fiddling with my small thumbs but she looked away again.
"Okay," She whispered, her eyes traveling away to some distant land again. I watched her. She held the wreath with one hand loosely but never wore it, almost as if she forgot she even had it in her hands.
"Mom?" I called out to her, but she didn’t reply. My heart sank and I walked away.