A Love Story

22 Jun

Evie couldn’t recall feeling such uncertainty.  She didn’t realise that she finally encountered the Good Girls’ Conundrum #1: Confronting your mother.  Her mother  had simple mind.  While you would think that simple minds were easy to change, one could be blindsided by the fact that they hold on to their precious little knowledge.

She considered the ramifications.  And that meant creating her Weighted Scores pros and cons list.

All signs pointed to pro: confront Anjana.  But something told her that it was a bad idea.  After all, when had she ever confronted her mother about something serious?

She never had any luxuries or fancy things.  But Anjana tried her best.  Her birthdays were 3-people affairs.  After all, when you’re poor, three people are a party.

With that memory burning a hole in her conscience, tears came to her eyes.  What right did she have to confront her mother?  After all those years of sacrifice working in a glorified whorehouse as a room attendant just so that she wouldn’t starve.  Not allowing herself a boyfriend so that she wouldn’t be molested – not that Mr. Jones didn’t try.  Really, what right did she have?

But Anjana needed to hear that she knew.  She was an educated adult and should be able to have a conversation.

That’s it, she thought.  It’s a conversation, not a confrontation.

An audible yawn pierced the early morning silence.  Anjana shuffled into the room and peeped at Evie.  Curiosity took over and then a feeling of dread.

“Why are you in a suit?  Something in school?”

“No mama.  I got a job.  The people I interned for last year offered me a job and I am going to take it.”

“Evie, there will be plenty time for work. You should be doing your Masters in two months.  If it is another internship, fine.  But you need to concentrate on your Masters.”

“Mama, you wanted to retire at sixty.  While you look as though you have another twenty years before you do that, you are sixty one.  Isn’t it time you retired?  Get the rest that you wanted?”

“Not with inflation making my savings look like chicken scratch.  I couldn’t afford food; much less send you to school.”

“But Mama…”

“It would be what? Two years?  I can hold out for that.  Don’t let money be an issue.”

This was a great offer, and one that she did not want to pass up.  In fact, it would shorten her 5-year career goal into three short years.  Why pass on that?

“Mama, you are not obligated to me, much less to put your life on hold for me.”

Anjana’s eyes grew big.

“How could you?”

“Easy.  I never felt different.  I just knew that I had a mother who loved me.  I didn’t know who my father was, but then neither did half my class.  It was the way Aunty Liza would treat me like if I had a disease.  It took me a long time to realise that in her own way she was right.  I did have a disease.  I didn’t have Alexsingh blood in my veins.”
Anjana stood up ready to argue.  Evie regretted her words instantly.  Tact wasn’t her forte.  No choice now but to hope she would blunder her way to a solution.

“It didn’t matter, because I had your love.  You are my birth mother.  My real life started whenever I came to live with you.  And you took care of me all my life.  It is now time for me to take care of you.”

“Evie, we have bills to pay, a mortgage that doesn’t seem to end, your schooling isn’t complete, and inflation isn’t going to let me retire anytime soon.  I am the mother here, I still have responsibilities.”

“To whom? I have a job now.  I will be bringing home four times what you make making up beds at the HoneyPot.”

Anjana’s eyes widened.  Evie should be getting that Masters.  Education was important, that much she knew.  Before she could frame a response, Evie spoke again.

“Of course, I would need assistance at home with coordinating a wardrobe for work, and breakfast in the morning.”
“I do that for you anyway.”

“Why not get paid to do it?  Depending on how things go with work, I might be doing my Masters anyway.  Then I would really need you.  Please Mama, think about it.”

Copyright © 2012


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