Bonds

Chapter 90

-Maya POV-

The air hung heavy, thick with the unspoken weight of years. To be hated by both of your own parents- the very thought sent a fresh wave of pain crashing over me. Could anything be more devastating, more soul–crushing?

“No. I don’t hate you, Amaya.”

The words washed over me, a gentle wave breaking through the storm raging within. I stared at her, searching her eyes, desperately seeking

confirmation of what I hoped was the truth.

And I found it.

There was no pity, no condescension, just a deep, raw honesty that resonated deep within my soul.

She didn’t hate me.

She didn’t and the words tumbled out of me in a rush, “I’m sorry, sorry I was a constant reminder of what you’d never have. Sorry that father’s heart was starting to thaw and then I came along and froze it solid again. Lam so sorry.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but I held up a hand, silencing her for a moment. “I’m not finished. I’m sorry I chose him, but I will not apologize for choosing love. For choosing someone who showed me what it meant to be cherished when I was treated like an afterthought in my own home.”

My voice shook with anger now. “You were never there for me, Mom. The maids practically raised me. You never stood up for me, never had my back. I’m sorry for any pain I caused you, but you never gave me a reason to choose you in the first place.”

Her eyes flashed with hurt, a flicker of anger briefly replacing the sadness. But then, just as quickly, it subsided, replaced by a weary

acceptance.

“I know. That’s why I called you. That’s why I asked you to bring the twins.Because I’m tired of this charade. Tired of living a life filled with regrets. I want to know what it feels like to be a mother,a grandmother, to these beautiful children.”

She reached out a hand, hesitantly hovering in the space between us. I stared at it, a fragile offering of peace after years of unspoken war. Looking into her eyes, I saw a reflection of myself, a woman yearning for connection, for a family. The anger slowly receded, replaced by a cautious hope.

out and took her hand. It was cool and trembling slightly, but the touch sent a spark of warmth through me. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to heal the wounds of the past, to build a bridge between us. For the sake of the twins, for myself, and maybe, just maybe, for her too. Or maybe I just wanted to know what it would feel like to be loved by my mother, just like I

will be easy. So much time has passed and i don’t just know,” I admitted, my voice thick with emotion. “But for the sake of the twins, for my sake, I’m willing to

touched her lips, “Thank you, Amaya,” she whispered, her voice trembling. That’s all

only sound was the distant chirping of birds and the faint hum of Insects in the

of pink and yellow darted across the grass, a tiny figure squealing with delight. Ivy, her dark curls bouncing,

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triumphant grin plastered across her face. In her outstretched hand, she

disheveled.

shricked, stopping right in front of

That’s a beautiful butterfly,” I exclaimed, reaching out a finger to gently touch its

it?” she asked, tilting her head

the butterfly in my palm. “See how gentle you

solemnly, her brow furrowed in concentration as she watched the butterfly flutter against my skin then surprisingly she turned

tugging my hand towards my

wasn’t sure. We had only met in the middle barely minutes ago so I still wasn’t sure but with deep breath, I turned to my mother who was staring like she

holding the delicate creature. Sne smiled reluctantly, not looking at the butterfly I stretched out to her but me, after a moment, she finally looked at it then smiled at my daughter,

Ivy’s lower lip trembled, tears welling up in her eyes and her mood changing in a span of seconds,

mother’s lips, “Butterflies don’t like to be held. They need to be free to fly

stared at her, her brow furrowed. “Free?” she asked,

mother nodded. “Yes, free. Just like you, they need to

to let it go even though I

to be

had a newfound understanding, Ivy slowly pushed my hands open, watching as the butterfly, freed from its temporary prison, fluttered its wings

a bittersweet smile gracing her lips. “Bye–bye, butterfly,” she whispered, waving

of the butterfly vanished over the trees, I looked at my mother. I could help the smile that had registered itself in my face. I wanted this, this relationship. I didn’t realize just how much I did until this moment. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for us to build a new kind of relationship, one based on understanding and acceptance. And perhaps, in the process, we

my mother’s somewhat connection with Ivy and the innocent joy of the butterfly’s release vanished in an instant. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over me. My father’s voice, sharp and laced with venom,cut through

are the bastard’s children doing in my

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