Dear Mom (Short story)

 I have been here about a month. New school. New friends. New living space. I have never thought my life will get any better. I still remember the very first day I saw her. It had been years now I have met her. She’s very alluring. Anyone who knew her will find that she’s captivating. I myself mesmerised with her grace. How can I forget her?

               A motivational programme will be held this weekend. It’s one of the society activity that I need to get involve with. Always get my precious leisure time occupied with this kind of thing. But, I do find they’re fascinating, not a burden at all. To be part of the technical family is the best part is true. I could see various people with their anxiety. The agitation to meet the well-known speaker I guess. The speaker do have a charismatic aura in him and a good looking man after all. I’m beaming widely for those thoughts.

              What happen next will be memorable as far as I can remember, I accidentally capture the sight of her presence here. She’s right there! In her seat beside the hall’s aisle. She still has her charm with her. I could not believe my eyes. Is this a dream? I pinch my arms, cheeks even the legs. They do hurt. I’m not waking up from sleeps either. I look up for her again. She’s still there. I’m not dreaming! I can’t help feeling electrified. What should I do? What should I do? Can’t take my eyes off her. She had bewitched me since forever. Is she a witchcraft? I hope she is and I hope this moment will never end.

              Now I have her number in my hand. Do I have to call her? How about sending a ‘Hi’ text to her? Oh. Or whatsapp? It is easier. But. What if she ignore my whatsapp text? What if she doesn’t remember me? What if she changed her phone number? I sigh, lying down on the crackling bed. That sweet smile was so enchanted. Dear heart, please fathom my feelings for her. I stare the spinning fan, I could not think of anything else other than her. Abruptly, I got a strength. I get up from bed telling myself to get a grip. It is worth a try. Sending a ‘Hi’ won’t cause a disastrous calamity. Pushing H. And i. ‘Hi’. Sent.

              One minute passed. Fifteen minutes passed. It had been blue ticked. It has been half an hour now. She will not going to reply. Again I sigh. One hour passed. A message received. She replies! I stunned. This day will going to be the best day in my life. Okay. Relax. The butterflies really get into my nerve. Tummy please, you’re not helping. Breathe in. Breathe out. Okay, typing in ‘How’s your life?’ That’s should be it. Sent. Hands, please, why are you guys quivering? Suddenly, the phone’s vibrating. What? She gives a call! I’m panting, almost faint. Telling myself to pick it up, my hands are doing a great job.

              “Hi”, she starts the conversation. Cat caught my tongue. What should I say? “Are you there?” she continues. I need to say something. At least. Go for it.

              “Uhh-hh-hi. I’m-mm h-ee-re ”, I give a stammer reply. What will she thinks about me?  Some kind of stuttering lunatic. Or maybe worst. Urgh.

              “I’m sorry for calling, well, in all of a sudden. I’m curious. Do we know each other?” she exclaim. She’s fast. And straight forward. Why can’t I be like her?  “I hope you’re not occupied with important things right now”.

                “No. Yes. No. I mean yes. I mean we practically know each other. And I’m not doing anything right now.” I reply. Yes! I did it! I manage to talk eloquently. Duh. I should be less exaggerating when it comes to compliment myself. I laugh quietly. Why am I having this absurd conversation in my head when I should be worrying about her?

               “That’s great. I thought I’m going to disturb you. Well, who are you by the way?” she asks enthusiastically. Can’t she be more direct? I haven’t seen her for years but her sweet voice does not changing at all. It brings back the serenity that I used to feel years ago. All the tranquillity that I’ve never feel after we separated.

                “I miss you.. I miss you.. Do you know how much did I miss you back then?” I can’t help it anymore. Tears rolling down my cheeks. I’m sobbing. She’ll know that I’m weeping. Let it be.

                 “I’m sorry. But are you crying? Why? Do we really know each other? Who am I to you, who are you to me?” she asks continuously. But, I can’t answer her perpetual questions with this condition. I have to put this conversation to an end.

                 “I’m sorry.. I’ll call you back.. Soon.. Bye.” I stop the conversation. I broke into tears. They are running down vigorously. Oh. How I miss her. I miss her. I miss her so much. Suddenly the phone’s vibrating. A text received. It’s from her. ‘I’ll wait’. She will wait! She is earnest. No one can replace her. She will stay in my heart forever.

                 Today is the day. I reminisced how it took courage and guts to send the ‘Let’s meet up’ text. I’m standing in front of the mirror. Looking at myself, I’ll be the best looking guy today. Even though I’m dressing casually, I want to be seen at my very best. She’ll say that I’m the most handsome guy on Earth. She’ll say that no one can beat my good looking face. She’ll say that all the girl will fall for me. Because she is my dear mom.

p/s: I'm sure there are loads of grammatical errors