"Well, I wanted to improve myself slowly, so as a first step, I searched up how to groom myself and what kind of clothes would make a man presentable on the internet a little earlier, and you can see the result of that improvent." My mother looked at my neat and clean appearance, and nodded her head as if she agreed with my improvent.
"And then I decided to follow the advice you gave a long ti ago to look at soone when they speak, and talk to them clearly in a loud and crisp voice." I said so bullshit that she could or could not have said.
Even if she didn't say it, I would've just said that it was too long ago and she forgot. But my mother nodded her head once again with appreciation in her eyes, as if she was glad I kept the words she said and was finally following them.
"And the last step I took today to improve myself, was to be more open and honest with my thoughts and not hold them in anymore like I used to instead because I was afraid of how everyone would judge ...Instead of acting like a gloomy dead beat; so that no one bothered with , I wanted to show off who I actually am and my true personality, which I've been keeping under wraps for a while now." I acted as if this was my actual personality, and the she saw before was simply a version of that's going through an edgy pubescent phase.
My mom also nodded her head and smiled in happiness to see that her son had such a bright personality, instead of being the cold and distant person he was before.
It seems that this was the 'improvent' that impacted her the most, as it allowed her to get closer to her son like she wanted and gave her more opportunities for mother-son monts, which she was clearly craving.
"And do you rember when you entered my room and saw sitting on the bed, when I'm usually sleeping at that ti?" I asked.
"I do. I rembered it clearly since you were looking at in a daze at that ti."
A daze? More like I was eyeing up every corner of your body and wondering how such a perfect specin of a human existed.
"At that ti, I was actually thinking about how coldly I treated you in the past and didn't have the courage to look at you...Even earlier, when I first opened up to you, I thought that you wouldn't forget about my past self and wouldn't show the sa affection you showed back in the past, after getting rejected by so many ti..." I said in a lancholic manner, and my mother looked at with teary eyes and shook her head, as if she were telling that none of that was true and she'd love no matter what I did or beca.
"...But after seeing how caring and supportive you are with even now, it made all those worries of mine get washed away into the dumps, and replaced them with feelings of gratitude for having such an amazing mother who never left alone even when I was acting like such a jerk to her...A mother who continued to support whatever I did, even though she was the one who got hurt along the way...A mother that I genuinely don't deserve..."
I started tearing up by the end, but this ti it wasn't genuine tears; and were fake tears I made by stimulating my tear glands to build up my forgiveness act.
My mother panicked when she saw tearing up and went forward to hug and say so words of consolation. But just as her arms were about to wrap around mine, she suddenly pulled back and had an expression as if she didn't know what to do and was struggling to keep herself from doing sothing.
She then looked at with conflict in her eyes and said, while having an anxious look on her face
"Oh Kafi~ You don't know how much I want to hug you and comfort you right now and make sure my baby boy is okay...Just look at my shaking hands. They can't wait to grab you and push you into my bossom to comfort your pitiful self..."
You want to shove my face into the ga-sized honkers you have?! Let's freaking go!
But what's with the hold up? Why aren't you shoving 6 inches deep into your flesh and instead standing there with a conflicted look on your face, like you're struggling to make a decision?
"...But because you hate hugs from and even go as far as to push away when I try to hug you, I'll try my best to hold myself back when I actually really want to hug you so much and tell you how much of a good boy you are, and how proud mommy is because of your improvent." My mother explained why she hadn't hugged yet with a sad look on her face, as if the thing she wanted the most in the world was to hug her precious son.
anwhile, I had a twisted look on my face that could even scare a ghost because of how pissed off I was at my previous self because of what he had done.
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