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I plop my butt down on the seat.
“What’s wrong?” I’m worried.
“There are a lot of things I haven’t told you for your own sake. The first thing I need to ask you is if you’re okay.”
My eyebrows meet each other in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Xavier, you are my child. I birthed you from my vagina. I know—”
“Ew, Mom, now you have me thinking about my birth.” Gross.
She giggles. “It was the best day of my life. But my point is I know you like the back of my hand. Since you were little, I knew when you were sad or happy. Every single miraculous emotion in your brain is known to me. When you greeted me, you looked like you were in anguish, you still look like you’re miserable.”
“Mom, I’m not miserable. Why would I be sad when I’m here with you?” I force a smile; she doesn’t fall for it.
“You slept past eight in the morning, which is considered your sleeping in. You’re wearing black and you hate the color black.” I look down at my black zip-up hoodie and matching joggers. It’s funny since my race suit is black. Before, it was white until Ale changed it. It’s the only time I wear black willingly and even so, my colorful helmet makes up for the lack of color on my body. But I don’t correct her.
“Me and Vio are going through a rough patch right now,” I admit.
“Oh, yes, that girl.” My mom’s face changes from serious to happy.
“What do you mean by that? Your face is making me think you like her more than me.” I’m playful when I’m uncomfortable.
“You know I don’t. But that girl is for you what Paulo was for me.”
I flinch at the name of my stepfather. I hate calling him that because he is my father, not that piece of shit of an excuse of a man who calls me his blood.
I’m not his blood. I’m his bastard.
“I know you don’t like me talking about him, but he is the reason why you don’t choose yourself. When he passed, a part of you withered away. You have this perspective as if the things that you love will disappear. But that’s not the truth. After you found out about your conception, a thing I never planned on telling you”—she pauses as her voice cracks—“you’ve felt like a mistake your whole life and you’re not. I am telling you right now that you are a miracle that saved me from myself. After that day, I didn’t want to live. I felt empty. I had planned on ending it all. But a few days before, I got sick. My mother sent me to the doctor and that’s when the doctor told me I was pregnant. I needed you at that moment and ever since then, I’ve needed you every day. You made me experience the truest love on this planet, one of a mother. I loved Paulo with everything inside of me. But you’re by far the love of my life and you gave me the opportunity to find my own soulmate. You are not a mistake, so stop living like you are one.Filho,Violetta is your soulmate. I saw the way you look at her, the way you talk about her with me. It’s the same way you used to talk about your father in the way the excitement that would become contagious in your voice. But all the shit you went through as a child, that I couldn’t help. Because if I could have, I would have given you the best childhood you could have ever asked for. I failed in that aspect, but I don’t plan on you failing your happiness in the present. Your last name means something. You’re strong, never forget that.” She’s crying.
Every time my mother cries, I cry.
“Mom.” The tears start to fall as she pulls me into a hug.
The warmth of her embrace envelops me, like a gentle cocoon of love and comfort. Her arms, strong yet tender, wrap around me, pulling me closer to her beating heart. The scent of her familiar perfume fills my senses, a scent that has always brought me peace.
At this moment, time seems to stand still.
It’s just my mother and her little boy.
The worries and troubles that plagued me just moments ago fade into the background, replaced by an overwhelming sense of security and belonging.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, feeling the softness of her skin against my cheek, and I can’t help but let out sobs.
With each gentle stroke of her hand on my back, she whispers reassurances, her voice a soothing melody that eases the ache within me.
I can feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, and it resonates with my own, syncing our rhythms together. It’s as if we’re connected on a level that transcends words, a silent understanding passing between us.
As her fingers tangle in my hair, a gesture of love and tenderness, I can’t help but feel a sense of home.
There is an unspoken language of love that flows between us. It speaks of sacrifice, of unconditional support, and unwavering devotion. Her embrace is a testament to the depths of a mother’s love, a love that knows no bounds and extends beyond measure. And so, as we hold each other tightly, tears mingling with the whispers of comfort, I am reminded of the power of a mother’s embrace. It mends the broken pieces of my heart and reminds me that, no matter what, I will always have a place where I am cherished and protected—a place I can call home.
“I need you to promise me that you’ll break up with Marrisa and choose yourself for a change. This isn’t only about Violetta who needs to find her own standing. This is about you. You love her and you know that deep down.”
“I cheated, Ma. How am I supposed to tell Marrisa that I’m the biggest asshole on the planet?” I whisper my words, feeling the gravity of them.
“Marrisa is a nice girl and yes, you’re going to hurt someone in the process of you finding out who you are. Marrisa isn’t going to be happy, rightfully so. She should slap you.”
