Finding the real me (iii)

“Tony, why are you doing all these you once said you don’t want to do again? Or am I daydreaming? She questioned and continued. At least, today is not your birthday and not that I told you to help me do all these. Oh no you even remembered to get our favorite groceries. That’s interesting. Mum was glad I shopped for her without telling me.
Why are you not talking son? She asked with a tone of seriousness. Or have you won heavy money from your sports betting?
Just as she rounded up her talk, I dipped my hand into my pocket and handed her my letter of admission, neatly wrapped. From the chair where she sat examining her jewelry, she stretched and took her second eyes, her glasses and read through the details on the letter headed admission letter.

Ehn, so my son will be going to the university anytime soon? Oh, my good Lord, I thank you. She stood, and began dancing, swerving her waist to and fro the same way she’d done every first Sunday in church. Truly, I can tell without been told by a sorcerer she was joyous.
No wonder you were so happy running my errands for me at no cost. She giggled and stopped. As if that was the real me, I supported.
If I don’t run the errands for you, who will?
“But you’ve not been doing that before now she finally added


To be continued on (iv)


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