The door to my room creaks open, showcasing a very stressed typical young mom with a baggy sweater and pants swallowing the whole of her body. Her copper coloured hair was tied in a messy bun which gave the impression that she did not give a shit about what anyone thought of her, my mother.
Eye bags were slowly making a grand entrance under her Asiatic eye. The very same eyes I inherited from her. "Why aren't you done packing? I thought i informed you about us moving out last week, Karina" her pale hands rubbed her drowsy eyes in order to chase away the sleep she deprived herself of last night but to no avail.
You would think she was up all night working numerous night shifts but it was quite the opposite. She stayed up late watching The Summer I Turned Pretty. She couldn't stop thrashing about when she heard than the final season had been released. She is quite the baby in our mother-daugther relationship but I am not complaining. She is still a kid in my eyes depite her being twenty nine. A kid who brought another kid to the world at a very early stage of her life.
My mother was fourteen when she had me. Being the kid of wealthy parents, it was not a problem when her uncles friends son was brought into their house after the death of his parents in a car crash. "He is a rebellious mess. Do not hang out with him" her mother would always warn her but it was too late for the warnings. She was already in love with him. She hung out with him a lot and fell even deeper do him. He confessed his love for her and she was ecstatic.
There was one problem though. He was much older than her in her parents eyes but Ariana, my mother knew that is was just an excuse for her not to get together with an orphan. "A fourteen year old and a seventeen year can not be together! " her mother exclaimed on the night she caught them making out.
Her mother was the first person to find out she was pregnant and words could not contain the amount of rage that was gushing out of her usually calm demeanour. She insisted mom got an abortion and Carlton fly back to France but out of fear, they ran to a different country and got separated when they kept bickering because of meagre matters. A year ago, mom heard that he went back to France, his country.
"Are you even listening to me?" My mom's piercing voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
"I am" i throw a practiced smile her way before throwing my last portable possesion into the already stuffed travel bag. My mom sighs and massages her temples as i roll my eyes at her.
"Karina, do not roll your eyes at me. It is rude. When we get to italy, i want you to be on your best behaviour. I only accepted my parents invotation to come back because you kept pleading to see them" she warns and I furrow my brows at her. She can not even admit that she misses them. She is using sixteen year old me as a medium to reunite with them.
"Our plane leaves thirty minutes after five and this is.. " i check the time on my watch and glance back lazily at her. "Five on the dot" i finish and i eyes widens in shock.
"As much as i hate to admit it, you are too smart for you own good. You even got me to tell you about your father" she mumbles the last sentence but i hear her nevertheless.
I love my mom but trust me when I say she is a pain in the ass.