September 16

Today, as I came out of the bathroom and ate my breakfast of hot tea and bread, Mum sat on the couch watching an early morning diet show on the TV. I can't remember the name of the show but I know it has something to do with eating fruits everyday. Maybe it is called: Eating fruits with Damian John. If you are wondering why I came up with that name, it is obvious that the lead presenter of the show was Damian John!

Today was like any other morning— boring, almost as if the big heavenly beings in the sky were hearing my cries everyday and making it worst. The time I spent with Sarah didn't change anything. All I could gather was that Dad was still keeping in touch with her even though he had angrily sent her out of our home in the name of preserving his name in front of me. Well, as far as I knew now, I can't say if he is cheating on Mum. I will have to fix another meeting with her before the end of this week if I were to figure out that.

"Perer," Mum called me and instructed me to get her medications that was lying on top of a table, just close to her.

One major problem with staying at home with a jobless Mum who is not pregnant is how you are called for stupid reasons. Mum's medications were on top the table and all she needed to do was to stretch her fingers a little bit and stop. Even my little brother, Danny, could do that without pulling the whole roof down.

"Take your medications," I said to Mum and she smiled at me and told me to get her some water.

Danny was in the kitchen so it was easy for me to get Mum's wishes granted without moving a muscle. So I decided to call Danny to help me get Mum some water for her to drink and he purposely refused to not answer me. Mum said I should ignore him and go and get the water myself. And Dad said I was insecure to ask Danny to get the water for Mum. Only if they knew how secured I was about being sent useless messages that I didn't ask for.

"We pay your bills remember? You wouldn't be in school if Dad and Mum refused to go to work," Dad said as if in answer to my thoughts.

"Mum don't work, Dad," I reminded him. "She is always taking maternity leave even though she is never pregnant."

"Don't talk to your Mum in that way or else you are grounded for good," Dad warned.

This is the second time in a month that Dad has threatened to ground me. Although the first threat did go to some harsh extent but I wasn't really bothered for another process.

Anyway, I am starting to wonder why Dad haven't asked Mum to get a job like him. In this modern age and time, it is pretty difficult for a man to be providing for everything in the family.

Besides, Mum has a nursing degree. I remember a week ago when I reminded Mum about her degree, she stared at me like an old woman with many years of bad experience and said, "I can borrow you my degree if you can use it to find a job."  I didn't ask her about her degree again since then.