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Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore
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My mom is terrified of being laughed at by others the most. Whenever the holidays are here, she will keep repeating one sentence to me—"Don't go around embarrassing me." When my relatives gather around and chat with each other, I accidentally knock a fruit platter over. Mom drags me over and slaps me on the spot. At the holiday feast, I grab extra pieces of steak for myself. Mom responds by kicking my chair over. When it's time for the holiday gifts to be distributed, my aunt, Gabriella Hall, has miscalculated the number of children present among the family. So, she has prepared one less gift for the occasion. Mom doesn't hesitate to kick me out of the apartment, leaving me shivering in the cold corridor in just my indoor clothes. The icy winds chill me to the bone. I keep slamming my palms on the front door while screaming and crying my apologies at Mom, and yet she remains unmoved and silent. Instead, she turns to face Aunt Gabriella with an apologetic smile on her face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't raise my daughter well. It's only fair that you ridicule me." What Mom doesn't know is that I get triggered whenever I hear the word "ridicule" thanks to her so-called parenting lessons. Whenever I hear that word, I want nothing more than to hurt myself uncontrollably. So when I hear the word "ridicule" coming out of Mom's mouth through the front door, I turn on my heel quietly and begin making my way toward the bridge next to the neighborhood that's plunged into darkness. The moment I jump from the bridge, the only thought I have is, "Mom, no one will ridicule you because of me this time."
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Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore Chapter 8
Mom caressed the photo on the graduation certificate as she spoke. "It's all my fault. I destroyed your pride and stole your happiness."She sat there for a long time.The sun began to sink into the horizon. Its dying rays streamed through the window and bathed Mom and my photo in a golden glow.Mom slowly rose to her feet. She padded over to my desk and picked up my urn, holding it to her chest. She walked over to the window and stared at the lights in the houses in the distance."Let's go stargazing, Claire. That was your favorite thing to do in the world when you were a child."That night, Mom cradled my urn as she sat by the window and looked up at the starry sky, softly humming the lullaby that she used to sing to put me to sleep when I was a child.Many years had passed since I last heard that lullaby.The familiar melody and gentle voice were like a ray of sunshine, warming my cold spirit.…Mom seemed to slowly come to terms with reality from that day on.She began ta
Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore Chapter 7
There was a snowstorm on the day of my funeral.The entire town was covered in a thick layer of white.Not many people attended my funeral. Only Aunt Gabriella's family and a few of my relatives showed up.Mom was dressed in black from head to toe. She kneeled before the altar while clutching my photo.I was about ten years old in the photo. My hair was tied up into a ponytail and I was smiling widely. I was holding a lollipop in one of my hands.The photo had been taken a year before Dad passed away. Mom had taken me to the park.It was the happiest photo of me that Mom had. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at the photo. She mumbled, "I'm taking you home with me, Claire. No one will ridicule you ever again. No one will bully you ever again either."Her voice was soft as if she was coaxing a sleeping child.…After the funeral was over, Mom brought my ashes home. She placed the urn on my desk in my room.She would clean my photo every day and place my favorite dishe
Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore Chapter 6
Mom didn't get angry or try to explain herself when she heard their words. She kept her head lowered and covered her face with her hands. Her shoulders were shuddering slightly.Her biggest fear was being ridiculed. She was terrified of people criticizing her behind her back.At that moment, she became everyone's topic of conversation—the woman who forced her daughter to her death because she cared too much about her reputation.That was probably the worst punishment that she could receive. A heavy blow had been dealt to the thing that she cared about the most.Amanda sat in a corner while clutching the hem of her shirt. Tears streaked down her face.Aunt Gabriella sighed as she sat next to her. She didn't scold her. Instead, she patted her back lightly.I knew that Aunt Gabriella was aware that if Amanda hadn't accused me of stealing, I might not have done something so drastic.However, it was too late now. Even if she scolded Amanda, it wouldn't change the fact that I was dead
Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore Chapter 5
Claire's First-Person POVThe freezing wind rushed into my nostrils and throat as I plummeted toward the river's surface. Although I was instantly surrounded by the biting cold, I felt a sense of carefreeness that I had never experienced before.The winds howled next to my ears, chasing away the word "ridicule" that had haunted me for so many years.The words that I wasn't able to voice out flashed through my mind. "No one's going to ridicule you now, Mom."I wasn't sure how much time had passed before I floated to the surface of the icy river. I then slowly rose into the air.Amanda was sitting in the snow a short distance away from the bridge, crying her heart out. Her voice was trembling terribly. She kept screaming my name, shouting that she was sorry.I floated over to her and looked at her pale face. Her tears and snot mixed together and made a mess on her face.I wondered if she would be haunted by regret for the rest of her life, just like how I had been trapped by the
Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore Chapter 4
I was abandoned in the freezing stairwell.The icy wind howled as it billowed down my collar, making my teeth chatter.Pain throbbed through my arm, the back of my head, and my heart, but it was nothing compared to the discomfort and stress I felt from hearing the word "ridicule".I hammered my f
Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore Chapter 3
Mom rubbed a hand down her face after she was done scolding me. She regained her composure and said, "That's enough. Go to bed. We still have to visit our relatives tomorrow. Don't embarrass yourself anymore. Don't give them a chance to ridicule us."It was that word again.I dropped my head and s
Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore Chapter 2
Amanda's expression twisted in an instant.Her parents got a divorce when she was still a child. Neither of them wanted her, preferring to start their own families.As a result, Amanda was raised by Grandpa and Grandma. No one in the family dared to talk about this unhappy incident in front of her
Mom, They Won't Mock You Anymore Chapter 1
Claire's First-Person POVI hit the back of my head on the floor when the chair toppled over.My vision darkened for a few seconds as I lay unmoving on the ground. I wasn't dazed. I was just worried that Mom would think that I was just putting on an act if I got up too quickly. I didn't want her
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