The Daughter of my Mother's Boyfriend

The daughter of my mother's boyfriend

by Tamar-Shakira

It was a fiasco. One big, horrible, terrible, gigantic fiasco. You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I'll tell you... from the very, very beginning.

It all started on a Monday. My mother came home from work with a big smile plastered on her face. Normally her work would totally wreck her and she would come home mad and annoyed. But it was different now. I decided to ask her.

"Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie, how was your day? Scored any good grades?" Her smile didn't falter. This was nothing for my mother. Asking questions about my day at school. Asking questions about me at all. I had to expand my knowledge about my mother.

"Why the smile?" I asked.

"You're not answering my question, honey."

"I know, you're not answering mine either." A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. This could go on forever. If I didn't answer her question, she wouldn't answer mine.

My mother kept smiling and started to polish the silver.

"Okay," I said.

"What?"

"Okay. School was okay. No grades."

"Ah, now you're telling me."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"My question, remember?"

"Oh, it's nothing really. I just met this man at work. We're partners."

Should've seen this coming.

And that makes you so happy?"

"Well, it's not all, actually." A blush rose on her cheeks and she started fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She was nervous.

She mumbled something.

"Come again?"

"He asked me on a date." Now her whole face was red.

"Wow, mom. That's -er- great! I have to go make homework now, sorry."

"Oh, okay, good luck."

I could hear a bit of disappointment in her voice, but I didn't mind at the moment. I wasn't ready for this! My father died two years ago and, although it's been quite a while, I didn't want my mother to go out with other men. She had to stay faithful to my father!

Okay, I was being irrational. I couldn't expect that my mother would stay single for the rest of her life, just because her son was clinging to the past! Well...

Now I needed sleep to let the thoughts calm down. To clear my mind. To... to... never mind.

The next morning I woke up to the chirping birds and the sun penetrating my room. I sighed and pressed my face in my pillow. Yuck, I needed to wash this thing. What was the last time? Right...

When I stood in front of the mirror, trying to tame my unruly black hair, I decided that I would give my mother a chance. She needed something, or rather someone, to make her happy. Like I wasn't enough... Stop thinking, now.

I bobbled down the stairs and found my mother in the kitchen. She was frying some eggs in, apparently, a new frying pan. I walked over to her and gave her a peck on her cheek.

"Morning."

"Good morning."

She didn't mention it once. At least not during breakfast. Just before I was about to go to school, I said to her: "I'm really happy for you, mom. I... When are you meeting him?"

She smiled and hugged me. "Thank you, darling. I'm going to that fancy restaurant around the corner with him tonight."

I forced a smile. "Good. And what was his name again?"

"I never said his name, it's Jamie Granger. He has a daughter of your age, Hermione."

"Ah, okay, nice."

"Have a great day at school, hon."

"Yeah, like that's ever going to happen."

Whilst walking to school, my mind wandered again. So... he has a daughter, Hermione Granger. That means that you will have a sister. Hey! Wait a second. A date doesn't mean they are going to get married!

How old is she? What does she look like? And what does he look like.

I had to stop thinking. Leave it to my mind to do that, I couldn't help it. I decided that the daughter-thingies would have to wait until tonight. First I had to survive the worst part of the day... school.