Lydia's heart - Episode 11

 

Lydia grumbled as her alarm woke her up, that is the part of mother hood that she will never get acquainted to, waking up early to  prepare your children for school; she enjoyed watching young mother take their kids to school but her, Nah. Most times she set her alarm by 5, 0’lock only to manage waking up by 7.00.

She burrowed deeper inside the warm blanket but her eyes flew open the moment she reminded herself that  this was not the first time she snoozed the alarm.

“OMG, its 7.00 again” she exclaimed and fly out of her bed.

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. How will she get Lydia ready for school in 30 minutes and the drive to her school is also 30 minutes leaving her with no time to waste.

She wrapped her nightie around her body and tip toed to the kitchen “maybe they have to settle for tea as breakfast and later take her lunch to the school later”

At the kitchen door, her mouth dropped open as she met little Lydia cooking in the kitchen and on the gas . “Lydia what are you doing” she shouts and rush to her side

“Little girls don’t play with gas”

“Mom, am ten years already no longer a child” she retorts

“Besides you woke up late again” she turned off the gas, dished out the indomie and fried egg into two plates and carried them to the dining

“Join me if you care; I made enough for two” she shouts and left her mom in the kitchen

Lydia stood akimbo watching the little girl she bore yesterday acting mature; at her age then, her mom still calls her baby

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. That’s the side of her little girl she will never get to understand.

Sometimes she acts all mushy and loving, the next day she is too independent for her age. She could remember vividly the day they went for Christmas shopping, she choose a pink gown for daughter but to her surprise she preferred a black long down. To avoid arguing with her or creating scene at the supermarket she paid for the gown and now she is in the kitchen cooking.  

Lydia joined her daughter at the dinning, she scooped one spoon to taste the indomie but to her amazement the indomie tastes good.

“Mom, you have to admit that I am a great cook”

Lydia just nod with her mouthful, 'its just indomie' she thought,  Lydia (daughter) finished her food immediately and left to wear her school uniform

After some minutes she shouts from the bedroom “mom I can’t find my socks”

Lydia already used to the norms just stood up and starts to the room; her daughter never misplaces her socks but use that to call her up to style her hair.

No matter how old her daughter acts, she still likes her mom styling her hair. Lydia smiled happy to the fact that they still share a connection to that.

Their long preparation for school ended and soon they were on their way to school; thankful to her daughter smartness they reached school exactly 7:45 am although throughout the ride they shared little or no conversation with Lydia (daughter) reading her big textbook preparing for her test that morning.

Lydia slowed down at the school car park and turned to her daughter “be a good girl today in school and remember no fighting”

Lydia (daughter) rolled her eyes

“Mom I don’t fight, it’s just the rough guys that piss me off and I gave them little of my trouble” she winks at her mother and pecked her before rushing out of the car

“See you at closing time mom”

Lydia surprised and happy at her daughter’s cheerful peck smiled and waved at her retreating back. She shut her door and reversed her car’

she looked at her rear mirror and saw someone that looked like Vicky holding a little girl wearing a school uniform as they walk inside the school building.

She matched her brake immediately and jumped out of the car her heart racing and thinking of many things to say to him but to her dismay she did not see him again. She decided against going inside the school and ask of him, she slid quietly  inside her car and shut the door. Quickly she cleaned the tears that prickled down her face; she never believed that Vicky still have that kind of hold on her, shit its ten years already and she has vowed never to allow him close to her daughter if he ever appears.

“But was he married” she wonders cus the little child he was holding seems same age with her daughter

Disappointed at her outburst, she brought out her powder and refreshed her makeup; she reversed her car and left the school compound fighting the urge to stay and wait for him to come out. She tried forcing herself to smile as she drove to her workplace, she doesn’t want the girls to find out she still over that cheat

“men are losers” she shouts out loudly to release the anger swelling up inside her

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Lol, are men really losers
 

Now to differentiate Lydia the mother and Lydia the daughter I will start attaching (n) to the daughters name to avoid confusion
 

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