My quivering heart worn.
I wanted to et my mother. I wanted to know her.
Yes, it might be too soon. Yes, it might co with consequences. But I needed to hug her. I needed her arms around .
If the worst cos to worst, I will stay with Diana and her family. Just let my mother know that I am alive. Let she be bereft of this hurtful pain.
Still Dora? Really? You couldn’t think of a better na that didn’t have the sa syllabic pronunciation like your real na? My mind chided , yet I looked unfazed, refusing to give my feelings away.
I hadn’t been thinking. I hadn’t stopped to think of the best na to give my mother. ’Dora’ had just escaped my mouth, before my brain had dwelled on it.
But that wasn’t what was causing my heart to race against itself. No. The na given to cover my identity was secondary to the cause of my nervousness now.
My heart raced as if it had a mind of its own, each beat quickening with the building anticipation. The thud in my chest echoed in my ears, a relentless drumroll of excitent that threatened to consu .
Anticipation coursed through my veins like an electric current, sending shivers down my spine. My breaths ca faster, each one drawing closer to the climax of what I had been waiting for. It was a palpable sensation, the rush of adrenaline that heightened my senses, making every mont, every second, feel like an eternity.
I was expecting my mother to recognize . Expecting her to open and close her mouth in shock, and then hug . I was expecting, waiting to see the fondness and knowing cloud her eyes. No way could she not recognize her Maya’s voice.
As I stood before her, the anticipation building within was almost unbearable.
This was the mont I had been waiting for, the mont when she would finally recognize . I might not be her flesh and blood, but she was the only mother I knew, the only one that had watched grow, and trained . She should recognize . Shouldn’t she?
This past hour, I had been content with staying in the shadows, hidden from the world and those I once loved. Naomi had failed to recognize . Noah, and his brothers too. I had sohow gone past that, but I couldn’t take my mother not recognizing , not now. That would leave with a sense of isolation and desperation.
The thought of being recognized and embraced by her, of feeling her arms around , was a dream I had held onto for what felt like an eternity.
I watched her closely, my heart pounding with a mixture of hope and trepidation. This was the mont that could reunite us, the mont that could bridge the gap between the person I had beco and the person I once was.
As my mother’s eyes t mine steadfastly, I found myself holding my breath, waiting for the spark of recognition to light up her gaze. The silence in the room seed to stretch on, and every second that passed felt like an eternity.
But then, sothing unexpected happened. My mother’s eyes held no glimr of recognition. There was no sudden realization, no surge of emotion. It was as if I were a complete stranger to her, a re acquaintance.
The hope that had buoyed monts ago began to crumble, replaced by a profound sense of disappointnt. The anticipation that had been my lifeline now transford into a heavy weight on my shoulders.
I couldn’t help but wonder what had changed so drastically that my own mother couldn’t recognize . The answers remained elusive, and the prospect of reuniting with her seed to slip further and further from my grasp.
"Thank you Dora. Nice to et you too. Welco to our pack. Hope you are having a lovely ti?" She asked, after so beats, still staring at .
I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it. This must be the fates. They didn’t want known to my mother yet. They didn’t want to cling to my mother’s embrace. The fates. What else could explain my mother not recognizing my voice?
Could Laura’s herbs have distorted my voice? I wondered, rembering what had happened the second ti I had woken up from my slumber, or rather coma as Diana would call it. For a minute, my voice had been terrible, before I had coughed. Peter had promised then that it would get better; the long unuse of my voice had caused that.
Could it be that?
I coughed before I spoke again. Perhaps there was a lodge sowhere in my throat.
"Thank you, Ma." I answered, tentatively though; to hear my voice, to dissect it, to know what was different. I sounded the sa to . Why couldn’t she recognize ?
Still there was no recognition. Yet, I wasn’t perturbed. I was done testing my voice.
"About your daughter...what happened to her?" I asked, deciding to make so conversation, giving up on being found out by my voice. I don’t know how it had happened, but my voice was unrecognizable to them.
Naomi and my mother darted glances, as if contemplating on whether they should trust a stranger with such a topic.
"Well, it started with the bullying." Naomi was saying, and again I saw the pain fleet past my mother’s eyes.
I shut my eyes for a mini second and inhaled deeply, choosing to steel myself against the pain.
"Then a party to send her away to the human society, when the king had discovered that she was bullied. This was because she didn’t have the wolf gene in her. She wasn’t a werewolf. The king hadn’t seen the reason to keep her with us. The plan was understandable, and the party was thrown." My mother spoke this ti around, her voice low, shallow as if she was afraid to talk about it.
"At the party, my baby was accused of stealing. I knew she didn’t do it. I didn’t raise a thief. But...they were adamant, our beta’s daughter was. According to her, she had seen my Maya sneaking into the king’s office to take the necklace. But that is funny, because my Maya had never been in the palace before. So, how could she know where the necklace was? How could she know what it was? The King’s sons even defended her. And because of that, because of his sons standing up for my daughter, he confined her to a holding cell, instead of the dungeons."
My left hand started to shake so terribly then, that I had to cover it up with my right hand. I wasn’t sure I was ready to know my mother again. I was still a basket case.
When she had spoken of the king’s sons, a note of gratitude had crept into her voice, and it grates on my nerves, that those bastards had fooled everyone, including my mother.
"I was glad, knowing that surely they would find out that it was a mistake and would therefore release my baby. But alas, the next morning, the guards had alerted everyone that she was missing. My Maya was missing. At first, it seed impossible. There was no break in at the holding cell. There was nothing to suggest a runaway; her phone was still with the guards. It was like she had disappeared into thin air. Do you know the funny thing?" My mother asked, laughing now, a slow laughter that sang of pain and anything but humour.
I shook my head, even though I had a feeling of what she might be preparing to say.
"They found the necklace at the spot where it should have been. It had amazed the entire cabinet, but the deed had been done."
"What about the girl, the one that had accused your daughter? Was she punished for that? For lying?" I asked, seeking to know the next action of the king.
Naomi’s scoff told of the answer I hated to hear, ever before she spoke.
"Punished? Not at all. It was just scraped under the carpet. The king had decided that Maya had probably ran away, and perhaps having a change of heart, had returned the necklace."
I laughed, shaking my head, feeling the tension around loosen.
"Then I would say she deserves what she got tonight. Don’t you think so?" I asked, maintaining the friendly gaze between I and Naomi with my mother.
Naomi piqued her eyebrows, then laughed. "I can see why I thought you were familiar. You think like her. Maya, I an. And yes you are right. Claire deserved what had happened to her tonight."
She laughed again, holding my mother by the shoulders, my mother whose lips were tempted with a smile too.
My mother wanted to agree with my statent-I could see it in her eyes, but she was never soone to rejoice at soone else’s misfortune. But I was sure that she enjoyed the karma that Claire just faced, even though she would never admit it.
"Well, I’m ready for the night air, Mrs Shalom. But I wish you luck in finding your daughter. Hopefully, she will turn up sooner than later." I say, smiling as a smile curved her lips.
She nodded at , Noami too, both watching as I turned my heels and headed for the doors.
They didn’t see though, the fat tear that slipped from my right eye.
My mother would be fine.
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