Oblivious of my presence, I stood aside watching how she cut the vegetables. It was with so much intensity and anger. I knew something wasn’t right with her.
“Anything wrong, mum?” I asked.
She looked up. Face already pale and eyes swollen. I could tell she’d been crying.
“Do you also know what has been going on?” she asked.
I didn’t understand her.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
She stopped for a while, wiped her tears and walked up to me.
“Do you know your father has a male lover?”
The question hit straight at me. Like a bomb. I wasn’t expecting it. How did she find out?
“Who told you that?” I asked stuttering.
“I happened to see his chats with his lover. It was raw and disgusting. I swear I would definitely kill that lover of his if I set my eyes on him!” she thundered.
“You wouldn’t want to kill your own own son, would you?” I said unconsciously.
She turned immediately with a scary face.
I realized immediately what I had said, but it was too late to take back my words.
God, talk about giving yourself away!