Scrambled eggs were once my favorite, but I would never eat eggs after what I had gone through happened...
"Cadence!" I heard my mother shouting from downstairs. Urgh! I was tired a lot today. Today our gym teacher had punished us because we were not following her orders and ordered us to do extra ten laps around the gym and that made my limbs sore.
These goddamn teachers are unbelievable. And not only physically exhausted, I was mentally too. The next week some Biology tests are coming up and I have been preparing for it since the past four hours. Today was one heck of a long day.
I quickly rolled over my bed, and shot up from my sleeping position. I had dinner some more that four hours ago nearly at seven and now it is almost eleven in the night. Because of my exhaustion, I didn't have any energy spared to face anyone right now. I got out of my bed and stretched.
"Cadence!" I heard her shouting again.
"What is it mom?" I yelled back and started making my way down.
"Honey what do you want to have for breakfast tomorrow?" She asks me once I am down as she folds the newspaper in her hand neatly and places it on the coffee table.
"Scrambled eggs and toasts," I say without any hesitation.
"Okay but first let me check if we have eggs or not," she said as she stood up from the couch and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later, I heard her voice again saying there are no eggs available and I sighed loudly.
"Why don't you go to the store around the block and get them?" She asks and I groan.
"Mom, I'm not going anywhere. You know how much tired I'm today and I don't want to go anywhere,"I said, my voice whiny.
"Okay Cadence, I'll go and I must say you are turning into one heck of a lazy bum," she said chuckling lightly as she went to her bedroom to get her handbag.
Before leaving she went to the music room, where my father was quietly listening to some old Vinyl records of The Beatles and The Rolling Stones and informed him about her little trip to the grocery store and left the house.
I quickly went inside my bedroom and was having some peaceful time when the door to my room burst open and my dad entered the room, his face panicked and pale.
"It's Pat, something's happened to her,"he said in a panicky voice and I quickly shot up in my bed as tears trickled down my face.
I woke up gasping for air, panting heavily and after a few minutes, I calmed down. Just then realization hit my like a car and my eyes widened as I wiped the beads of newly formed sweat on my forehead.
Patricia Brown was not alive anymore, because of me, her daughter. After I realized that I am the one to be blamed for my mother's sad demise, I had a panic attack, a complete, full-on breakdown. My breathing turned into short rapid breaths, my eyes fogged with tears, and it was funny that I had not dried my eyes out already. I spent the night curled up next to my bed, silently sobbing into the distant night.
My mother was the head chef at 'The Basil Paradise,' a Michelin-Star restaurant. Every time she entered a kitchen, a fierce determination flashed through her eyes and she would take over the kitchen like it was one thing she was meant to do with her life, and she really was. She was such a renowned, well-known, and a people's favourite chef, having multiple articles publish about her and her work. She would have lived a splendid life if I didn't ask her to buy those stupid fucking eggs!
I didn't know how many days I had spent in my room, and there was a small knock on the door followed by opening the door. My aunt Becca stood there poking her head inside through the doorway. She looked pale and had bags beneath her eyes. And also her face was tear stained, her hair a mess of blonde mop.
But I believe I looked much worse, much worse.
"Look, Cade. I know this is tough times for us, tough times indeed. You don't want to go and neither do I," Aunt Becca said as she leaned down and patted my head, her eyes filled with deep, deep empathy. "But we have to, sweetie. We have to, because it's the right thing to do. Your mom wouldn't have liked you to see breaking down. Please, Cadence go with us and prove that you're strong enough."
My eyes teared up, even more if that was possible and the tears I had on a restraint, started leaking down my cheeks, leaving nothing but damp pain behind. "But I'm not."
It was the first time I had spoken in days. Of course she was shocked. I continued, "I'm not strong enough to han-to handle this pain. It feels like I'm numb, aunty and nothing can bring me back."
My aunt's tears that she had miserably failed to control were now freely falling down and onto my shoulder. "Please, Cade. She would have wanted you to be happy. Please don't do this, Cade. I can't see you like this. You're like my own daughter," she said in an undertone and again broke into another sob.
"Cadence, listen to me, honey. Your mum loved you, she loved you so, so much that I can't put it in words," She started off. "Honestly honey, she was barmy for you and your brother. And I know you love her equally as much as she did if not more. So," She trailed off and joined her hands in front of me, making guilt gnaw at me. I immediately caught her palm and shook my head. "I'm begging you Cadence, come with us, or you'll regret this chance of not seeing her for the last time."
