We were back in her kitchen, having lunch, as she had suggested.
I considered it a waste of time but since she was my mother and because Mother's day was comming up I thought it might be a smart to do as she implied. At least today wasn't the day. I had no intenton to make her day on that so-called special day meant to honour my mother. A day she took from me. She was the one who had broke my dreams, took away the chance of being a mother. Her behaviour, her agression, had kicked life out of me and I knew I would never get over it. I had lunch with one of the best actresses of this era. She pretended as if nothing had happened and at those rare moments she realized I was down she told me to focus on the future. Looking back wasn't her style neither was apologizing. She was never the one to blame, the one who did anything wrong, harmed or regretted what she had done.
He did not come from Athens, he continued, but his brother lives here.
My mother kept reciting what he had told her and of course the man she citet was a gentleman. To me he sounded like a creep, a big scam. She continued her story while shoving her fork with mixed salad inside her big mouth and I asked myself if I cared. Did I?
"You don't mind honey," she asked without waiting for my response, "he says grown up children can be extremely jealous if their parent starts a new relationship especially..."
It's fine, all good, she gets what she deserves... finally, I told myself. With some luck she was busy, busy on Mother's Day and with some more luck he gave her what she... although, wasn't karma a bitch? Wasn't my mother the bitch?
I finished my lunch in silence, lifted my head a few times as in a nod while she kept quoting her new admirer. He didn't come from Athens but that didn't mean he wasn't Greek and was fishing or was it phising?
"How did you meet again?" I interrupted her as I stood up and placed my plate into the sink.
It turned out to be a perfect day. The
rain started falling and no one showed up on the day she once let out the entire world would regret and honour her. No one did and I felt grateful for the epidemic that had made it unthinkable to visit the one in need, the person I never was able to forgive. That fatal lunch we had together became a memory out of past I no longer shared with her. My wish finally came true. Year after year I prayed for a solution and finally Karma was at my side. The bitch became what she deserved. It hit her like a boomerang, the kind she threw and never expected back because it usually ended up in dense thickets or a dog ran out with it.
That Greek... He wasn't from Athens nor Greece. His life story was a fairy tale she had believed including the non existing brother.
How he had reached out to her, that witch! Unawares...
He took everything, made her believe it was a temporary malfunction, a glitch. Finally mother's day had come and she was gone.
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