67 – True parent, no, only mother (1)
“Are you awake?”
I cringed.
Waist.
… Lately, whenever I keep hearing my mother’s voice, my legs start to feel weak.
Because of that day.
“Now, what should I do if I wake up?”
My mother was standing by her window, twisting her red hair with her fingers and holding a book with one hand.
She called me with that finger.
She tickled and touched me again and again with her hands,
Making me think of those days.
My body was shaking.
But it was no longer fear.
Rather than that, a strange sense of anticipation about what would happen in the future surrounded my body.
“Self.”
The tip of my fingernail tapped the lips resembling red fruit that I had touched several times.
I already knew what it would feel like if mine touched that surface that was lightly pressed and pushed out.
I was eaten by her mother.
I understood very well what those words meant.
“Tsk, side.”
We touched briefly, but fell apart.
But in the morning, my mother was satisfied with this much.
My heart, which seemed endlessly empty, suddenly became full.
To me.
“It’s also unique.”
The morning that seemed to be the same every day took on a new look.
In the past, when I just refused, I was just stuck in a repetitive day,
… As the principal said, after satisfying her mother’s desire,
I was allowed a little freedom.
“I made an outside like this today. How do you like it?”
The appearance of the garden changed every day.
I still vaguely remembered my mother hugging me and asking me various questions.
I couldn’t remember specifically what kind of words I said,
What is clear is that my mother was trying to show me many landscapes and worlds so that I would not be bored.
“Today is a flower… A tree?”
“They say that if you head to the east of the world, there is a landscape of visitors.
New seeds created by asking nature through magic to miss their own world.
It is a tree that scatters such beautiful petals like rain.
Bloomed for a very short time in spring,
They say that flower petals that just fall fleetingly are so beautiful.”
On the green meadow, stone bricks were awkwardly placed.
And flower trees were planted on top of it, dyeing the floor white.
Like snow piling up.
But unlike the snow, that scene was beautiful.
Every time there was a spring breeze, flower blossoms flew up.
The invisible, transparent waves were dyed white.
Then, the sight of it falling back to the ground, fluttering and fluttering, seemed as if it was dancing.
“I copied that street, even just a little bit.
Why don’t we walk together?”
I nodded quietly.
I held on to that outstretched white hand and stood on the garden with a new appearance.
As I climbed the five steps, a street with falling flower petals unfolded before my eyes, with a green mountain in the background.
“What should I say?
Something is a mess.”
“I see. It’s better than what I saw from afar…”
The white color that colored the surrounding area certainly looked beautiful when seen from a distance.
The waves of petals that were perhaps slightly red or pink –
“Eh, pooh, pooh – “
“Oh my god, did it get in your mouth?”
Getting hit directly in the face didn’t give a very pleasant feeling.
The neatly piled mass of flower petals that hit my feet somehow resembled snow.
“…It is said that the language of flowers is the transience and beauty of life, so I copied it…”
Her mother frowned slightly as she helped me brush off her face.
It was that time.
What made me come back home?
“Shall we clean up that garden, Russell?
It’s better than I thought…”
“What if we slightly reduce the amount of flower petals falling?
So… I think it would be okay if we leave it when it is in full bloom.”
“They say they go to see what’s falling.
Well, we didn’t have a very good experience.
Shall we do that?”
My mother smiled softly as she removed the flower petals from my hair, one by one.
A much softer, gentler, more natural laugh.
It felt like my childhood mother, whom I longed for, had returned.
That look of happiness, looking at me, with flower petals sandwiched between red hair.
It was so cozy that I wanted to hug it.
“Puhuh… I really love you too.
Because as your mother, I can love you as much as I want.”
It was like that during the day.
At least during the day, her mother was always a kind mother.
And even on slightly cold nights, my mother would give me her tail, dressed neatly as before.
But…
“Today is the day the moon waxes full.”
That one word was a signal that changed our relationship.
When the sun sets and the moon rises.
The bright blue sky turns red, and in the end, it gives its final death to purple…
“Is it okay if I ask you a lot today too?”
“…Yes, Lady Rosaria.”
“He’s kind too.”
The owner of the red mark on my neck that would never disappear was returning.
Fingernails drawing long, shallow, red lines on my back,
Leaving throbbing teeth marks on my shoulder… A guest for the night.
That was my mother’s last consideration.
“Then, let’s spend some time together in the meantime.
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What do you want to learn today?”
As long as the sun was up, Mom was Mom.
He embraces me by my side and teaches me things I don’t know –
Ready to listen to what I want.
“Today… The magic of finding hidden objects.”
“Oh my, did I lose my fountain pen or book again?”
“The lid has disappeared. It falls off every day when I play with it… hehehe.”
As I scratched her head awkwardly, my mother lifted her hand and gently touched it.
The end of the gentle scratch was filled with light and refreshing affection.
The heavy night was thoroughly divided.
“You’ve gotten so old, but you still play around with a pen.
Well, I also couldn’t break the habit of twirling my head.
Then, shall we start the magic class today?”
“Yes, Mom.”
So, I prepared to hold my mother’s hand in her hand for the last time, if only for a moment.
The full moon was scheduled to stay up for a very long time.
***
“Then, instilling will into things – “
“It’s the most convenient way.
Like your pillow when you were little.”
“You don’t make any noise anymore?”
“I now have things with will,
Because I no longer need things to attach affection to.”
Mom said that and gently leaned her head towards me.
My mother, who started sitting on a low chair on purpose, was now able to rest her head on my shoulder.
He even used magic to gently shorten the tips of her horns.
“Is it okay for me to be there?
…Rosaria, madam.”
The sun was setting.
But it has not completely disappeared yet.
Class wasn’t over yet.
“Shh. The time hasn’t come yet.
When the moon stands in the middle, dazzlingly…
Won’t you tickle my ears with that sweet voice?”
“…I will do that.”
Lips gently grazing my ear.
And the handkerchief that wiped it off.
Mother during the day,
And especially before the full moon, my mother was kind to me.
I remembered that night when you whispered that you couldn’t bear to break my wish.
I remembered the warm night when you wiped away my tears and held me in your arms.
“Okay, now it’s practice.
Today, instead of focusing on your ego, you just need to connect yourself with things that are related to you.
If you strongly imagine what you want, especially if you know it well, the good becomes stronger.
Would you like to try it?”
Probably after this class, I would definitely head back to my mom’s bedroom.
But that didn’t matter anymore.
If I become what my mother wants,
After that, the mother I wanted came back.
“…Like a shepherd looking for a lost sheep,
Like a ranch dog following a scent.”
“Ranch dog, puh-huh, maybe that’s not a bad metaphor?”
As I listened to my mother’s faint laughter, I slowly saw red lines being drawn.
I wonder if my mother could see it as well, as she, holding me, pointed to the slowly extending ends.
“Now if you follow along… Oh my?”
Some lines clearly led to the outside of the door.
But,
Very thick lines,
And so many strands…
“Ugh, ugh.”
It was tied up in a mess with my mother’s clothes and her accessories.
One or two lines may be okay, but this many lines…
“I didn’t know it would be displayed like this.
…It’s quite an exciting magic.”
The sun was still steadily setting.
Not only were the lines red, but they were also shining.
It reflected dangerously in my mother’s yellow eyes.
“But this is not what class is about.
Quick, find the cap of the lost pen.
It’s enough to make this line darker at night.”
“…Yes.”
Slowly holding her mother’s hand, she saw the end of her endless line in her hallway.
It was still an endless passage, but
If we walk together, in an instant…
“This is your room.”
After narrowing down, I was able to find a line pointing to the inside of the door.
I entered the room and followed him, and the place I reached was under the bed.
With one snap of Mom’s fingers, the heavy thing is lifted in an instant –
“I can now perform magic that I tried for the first time very easily.”
“That’s right. I guess it’s thanks to you teaching me well, right?
…Madam.”
“Now I’m mom.
Don’t tease me mischievously.
If you make the dragon’s heart flutter, you will be rewarded handsomely.”
Her hands, which were rubbing her head, were now becoming a little sticky.
…Finally, I arrived at a room with a bed.
As I felt the touch that had not touched my body creeping in, I tried to slowly prepare my mind.
“But, this line…”
The red, shallow, and weak-looking thread that my mother touched,
Until I saw what was going on outside the window.
