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      I was 16

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      She stood there. A cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Pinot in the other. Her hair was long, her eyes were blue, she had freckles on her face. My friends pushed me out of the door and said “There’s someone that wants to meet you”. As soon as our eyes locked that was it. There was no chance of looking away, no chance of leaving. My hands trembled as I got closer. I stopped right in front of her unable to find any words to speak. She smiled and said “Iya babe”.

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      Seeing my mother after five long years was tough. She looked the same old perfect. I on the other hand have changed, changed a lot. I don’t appreciate her to be here, to show sudden interest in my life. But I couldn’t control as tears flowed down my cheeks and I ran in her arms.

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      But she was cold and distant as ever, tensed up as we hugged. I moved back with a sigh, “Hi ma, why are you here?”
      My mother smiled her signature smirky smile, “Such a cold welcome, Iya dear. Did you not miss your mother?”
      I rolled my eyes remembering all those days I stayed up all night waiting for her, pleading for her to stay when she did come back. That Iya was gone thankfully, I can’t afford to lose myself again. Especially now that I’ve rebuilt everything on my terms.

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      But, my mother’s daunting voice gave me flashbacks. A stabbing pain spiked with every word she spoke and I tried to shush it down.
      “I was happy without you, without your wife, without both of your evil acts in the old basement!” I squeaked in rage.
      “Oh honey,” she sneered, “We have to respect the family name, of course. Without making good use of my great stepmother’s ashes, how could we achieve that?”
      This stabbed me further.
      “I still don’t understand why you both obeyed great stepmother’s journal. Did you never realize how idiotic it is to drop vials of ashes with maple syrup into our basement’s hidden well? It’s water must be swampy by now.”

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      “Well, this might be news to you but none of what you just mentioned actually happened. To begin with, we live in an urban skyscraper in the 21st floor, there’s no basements. The ones that do exist are car parking areas and they’re all shared. Not really sure what you’re talking about”, she replied, sending me into a frenzy of thought.

      “Have I been fooled? Am I having hallucinations? Am I being dragged into something that’s beyond my understanding?” My mind started reeling with all the possibilities.

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