I’M IN LOVE WITH MY SON (Short Story)

I’M IN LOVE WITH MY SON (Short story)

Dorothy entered the living room crying and sniffing catarrh, she was holding a cup of water while dragging her wig with the other hand.

Mommy, why are you still crying? Is been two months since Daddy passed. 

Why still in this pain? 

I’m not saying you should not still be grieving. 

But crying every day is not good for your health “ Jerry said bitterly to his mother who has increased her cry while wearing her wig. Remember God is alive and he's not dead too, you cry like someone hopeless. 

Mom, please put yourself together…you are not alone.

I miss your father so much Son, he was my everything.. how do I live without him? 

Look at all this wealth he left for us, does he think these things mean anything to me when he's not here to enjoy them with us? 

Even after making sure all my siblings are well established, there is still much wealth. 

He left us when it was time to enjoy. Why? How could he? 

He meant the whole world to me, you know how close I am with your father right? We practically do everything together, he loves me so dearly and spoiled me to a stupor. 

How I’m I going to start believing this harsh reality? 

I want my honey back, I want my husband back.

Yes, I do Mom, but he’s gone now… I'm sure it was never his intention to leave us now but you still have me...your only Son, your only Child, try to be strong for me, for your siblings. 

You know they love you...and I love you the most. 

I am here for you anytime, any day and you know this…I’m not comfortable with this thing you’re doing to yourself, Mom.

You need to be strong and courageous. 

What God doesn’t know does not transpire.

Seeing you cry every day halts my heart and I’m certain father won’t be pleased seeing you in tears every time. 

Just do what makes you happy, as long as you are not hurting anyone with what you’re doing or your action won’t hurt anyone in the future just do anything that makes you smile, ok Mom? 

Okay, my Son, I’m going out with my friend Ada. Your food is in the kitchen, anytime you are hungry just microwave and eat ok? 

Okay Mom, have a nice time 

don’t cry again o. 

I won’t my darling, see you later. 

Dorothy kissed Jerry on the forehead and left with the car keys.

Jerry went back to the football match he was watching while talking to his friend on the phone happily.

Later that night, Dorothy came back home tipsy, she sang joyfully as she staggered and fell on the couch, Jerry rushed to help her.

Mom? what is this one na? You are dead drunk again. Stop this na, how do you feel acting this way? 

I feel good, Dorothy said smiling. Son come here.

I’m here Mom. Please stop doing this to yourself, stop it.

I will stop it if you hug me…just give me a warm hug and Mom will be happy. 

You know you are the only one I have now Son...I feel so sad and lonely. 

Your father promised me forever and now he's gone” Dora sobbed.

Are we still on this matter Mom? Can't you stop for a minute? 

This is not fit for you at this age. 

I'm worried about you frankly, all this doesn't make sense to me. 

You cannot continue like this, is not good Mom.

You are preaching again son... 

I already told you what will make me stop, hug your Mother and she will never get drunk against your wish again. 

You are my mother and I always embrace you, what is extraordinary in this particular hug that can make you stop doing this? 

You ask too many questions, just hug me, Son. Please.

Jerry held his Mom and hugged her, and Dora embraced him so tightly and passionately.

wow, Son. 

That is so beautiful, Dora said. 

Warm hugs... She said smiling mischievously 

 Kiss me, Son.

what are you even saying? You are drunk Mom and you’re now saying silly things. 

Please get up and go to your room, Let me help you out. 

Jerry tried to help his Mother get off the couch and they both fell back with Dorothy holding him so tight.

 Mom!! What is this na? 

You look so much like your father. 

Why do you take after him this much? 

You are right Mom, I look like my father but I am not him, I am Jerry your son.

I know Baby, but I see him in your eyes…Dorothy said licking her lips. 

Mommy? 

Yes, Son? 

Jerry, kiss your mother, please…. Kiss me, she brought her mouth close to Jerry’s face.

God forbid, this is so disgusting and shameful

please I’m going upstairs and don’t you dare try this with me next time Mom.

You can’t leave me here son, please stay with me…

Jerry stood up to leave and Dorothy pulled him back to her body and they fell on the couch.

By Chika Christina

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