Chapter 35

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room as Sarah bustled around, preparing breakfast.

The smell of freshly toasted bread and scrambled eggs filled the air.

Alex slouched at the table, idly poking at his cereal with a spoon, his eyes half open, his mood as sour as the occasional grumble he let out.

He tossed the spoon in the bowl, his brow furrowed in some annoyance.

The training his father had set for him weighed heavily on his mind.

Alex wasn’t one to defy orders from his father; he wouldn’t dare. His mother, Sarah, was another matter altogether.

He had mastered the art of evading her gentle scolding and pretending not to hear her commands, but his father’s words were

law.

“Well, I don’t feel like eating breakfast, I’m going to go to the restroom and wash up.” Alex mumbled under his breath, lazily walking towards the restroom.

His actions mirrored his reluctance.

He wandered the corridors idly, like he was dragging something invisible with him, while leaving everything that needed to be dealt with to others.

“Mom!” he called out from the bathroom. “The water’s too cold. Can you adjust the temperature?”

Her voice floated back to him from the kitchen. “You’re old enough to do that yourself, Alex.”

“I’m already in here!” he retorted.

Moments later, she appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed.

“Alex, you’re not a little boy anymore. It’s time you started doing these small things on your own.”

Her firm tone caught him off guard. He froze mid–grumble, staring at her as though she’d suddenly transformed into someone

else.

“But you always..”

to,” she interrupted, her voice softening as she glanced at her son. “But you’re grown

knew it. His lips pressed into a thin line, his pride wounded

he finally begged, his

She wasn’t immune to her son’s pleading eyes, no matter how much

once,” she relented, helping him gather his things.

got out of the shower and Sarah inquired, “Did you sleep well,

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hopeful, an attempt to draw him out of his morning

lift his head.

something before school….. You look tired lately, I hope

at this school for a while before and it

cereal bowl, watching as the milk turned murky.

doesn’t really tell me much.” Sarah pressed gently.

“I said it’s fine. Can we not do this?”

pushed forward, determined to bridge

how things were going, and..”

know what I’m gonna do, Mom.” Alex snapped,

eyes flashed with irritation, and Sarah’s heart sank.

deep breath, willing herself

Alex. I just care about what’s

shot back. “You always ask a bunch of questions like it’s some kind of interrogation. Why can’t you just

quickly masked her hurt.

is how I show I care, Alex. It’s not about prying; it’s about

well, Aunt Linda doesn’t do that, and I like talking to her way more,”

Sarah’s throat tightened.

she managed to keep her

not Linda. I’m your mom. And it’s my job to

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