Use a mirror in difficult times
You will see
Both
Cause and resolution
By — Deng Ming Dao
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Dean gasp. His long eyeslashes touch the prick of his skin an his iris trembles. His mouth left open and his jaw earn speechless.
' Mom... '
" Close your mouth; son. This call for CELEBRATION." Dean could only watch speechless as his mother squeak into her phone as she brag to her friend of his success.
His lies.
Their house was a small cottage at the ends of town. Fence with white painted planks tangles with green love colour grasses; tangled decoratively around it beautiful.
Evening dew fell through the reddish tomatoes. Planted alone side with other vegetables fruity.
Their yellow house with white furlish door and window frame that edge lower to the ground but a bit lower on the east wing.
Yet Fance with dico light that lit on the trees nearby.
How, Dean can't say.
With his home, a cozy living room with two arm fluffy chairs pointed towards the vertical asymptote table , the dinner room which the held a small lovely decorated kitchen and their room.
It was homy; not doctorate but the sight of strangers in your save place.
That Dane couldn't sit with.
His eyes seem to flick to them touching, sit, talking, drinking... Ans within him prick.
" Ha... Where's mom."
Music faint but elegantly drift for the back door. It crowd with people but nor where dancing or rejoicing.
All that drift were chartter and eating. Nothing more, nor of this invitee even brought gifts.
Dean iris rolled. He felt headache just looking at this people. He never knew his mom had this mush friends.
Wait, he really never knew?
The air carries the smell of grease beef babacues and a drag of cups in the big pouch of orange juice. Trees and nature around grave a wave of friends relaxation, is massage the heavy thought of the day.
Laughter echoes on distance and Dean saw his mother.
" Mom..." He didn't get to say more before he was spirt around.
"— And meet my son."
The group of women were about seven. All of differ height and weight and styles but from the few minutes of conversion Dean could make out their names.
But_ he didn't like them even for a minute.
" Your son?!" He quite different from how I could have place him. " said Mr Wittwe, a fat round woman that worn a rather long pencil pant and cotton sweater that went well with her ponytail tied tightly behind.
" Indeed _ both you John are white; I thought the boy..."
Dena could feel his mother shift uncomfortable behind him but Dean doesn't know how to handle women: so he let them batter every shit they got left.
This wasn't the first time anyone said this. Anna Broker was a white woman with brunette hair color, gentle looking, green eyes and a kind smile.
And Dean: to himself was a dark gloomy brown eyes guy. Nothing in him screamed Anna child.
He too though so long ago. A smile gave his lip as a flash of that memory flash his mind.
It was funny to remember but not when it happened.
" His smile_ gosh, he doesn't even have John dimples. Are you sure this is your child Anna, or was he adopted or switch at birth."
Dean eyes narrowed and lips thin. Anna too seem to have a hard time keeping her face gentle.
Dean could feel her grip on his wrist tighten.
" Let mom handle this." Her voice whispers forstily.
"He definitely a Nero—"
" And you guys are done." Like a radio it halt at the touch of pause.
" Well ." She tint a her glass cup with a spoon to capture the attention of all and smiled at Dean widen eyes and then to the crowd.
And spoke aloud.
" Everyone! Family and co- workers and many I don't know." Eyes flick to the hobos that sat too close to the babacues stand.
"My name is Anna Broker and not Matt. You know _ Matt, I'm divorced. But_ yeah, this isn't about me , this is about my son."
Mutter filled the air.
" Yes, his my son and I'm proud of him. " " Today celebration is about my son getting into the grand academia San Francisco. "
The air hush then the mutter got too loud that Dean glared a bit around and then at his mother. His ears could pick word like.
" She lying."
" Another old brag but this is too much."
" Is a complete lie, she just looking for attention. "" She did that once when she was getting married but now look where that got her to." Dean eyes narrowed to his mother so call friends with clech fist.
" You think I'm lying." Anna Broker stool up a high table, Open a bag she was supposedly carried and brought out a familiar uniform.
His uniform.
Heaven came to earth.
Wind blew faintly through the grass, the bird craw and the music seem distant.
" Is real?"
" I can't believe..."
" Is not real but the image... "" She probably forge it. "
The talk was coming up and Anna was grinning. She glare at her son and then at friends then the crowd with a wide grin.
She savour moment like this.
" Is real, I could have give you to touch but_ y'all can't afford it. My son, the son of a hopeless divorcee , a wreath gardener and a lost coned is going to a school... Y'all bribing combine wouldn't get a pass entry... SO GET OUT MY HOUSE, YOU FAKE BICTHS . YOU ALL GET OUT, INCLUDING YOU VANISA, WITTUEN , CAROLINA, FINNA Y'ALL GET OUT, NOT WELCOME IN MY HOUSE. "
Is was stale slience then guest Left.
Many left, many scream, many on their phone and many don't even understand.
And Dean glare like his mother grew another head.
YET_ she succeeded in driving everyone; she jump from the table and Dean hurried to his mom as she squat massaging her back.
" I'm getting old for this."
" Then don't." But Anna grin at Dean stern voice and she hugged him. Startling Dean and yet strip him off guard.
" I always wanted to do this, to show it their face that I'm not useless, nor I'm a loser.
Thank you son, I'm proud, I'm very proud. Thank you. "
Her shoulder shook and sliently tears fell from her eyes but Dean couldn't comfort her.
The evening was cold, half bitting meat stick to the garden, the red disposable layed on the sliver table and the pouch poured in broken glasses. Someone must have push it to fall.
Dean though as he glared at his mother.
Cause she couldn't see the dread she had cause to his heart. She couldn't see the mess his mind would become.
Now one question: where would he get three thousand hundred dollars in 29 days.