“All right,” she said, still looked a bit suspicious, “Let’s have lunch..!” Then she left the room. Oh.. I wished Mom would never asked me about my exam result.
It was lunch time. There was my most favorite food on the dining table: fried chicken. I always loved it. I knew Mom cooked it for me. But today, I lost my appetite. I tried not to make Mom suspicious, so I started to eat the fried chicken and pretended that I enjoyed it.
“Mom,” I said, “do you love me?” I asked. I couldn’t pretend that I enjoyed it anymore.
“Of course,” Mom answered with a smile on her face.
“Do you love me because I always got good grades in my exams?” I asked her again.
“Why did you ask me such question..?” now she seemed suspicious. I was quiet for a while. I wanted to cry.
“Because I am not smart!” I left her and ran to my bedroom.
I jumped onto my bed and cried. Mom approached me. She sat next to me on the bed.
“Eric, are you crying?” she asked me softly.
“I am not crying,” I said. I wiped my tears. I was in a prone position, so I didn’t look at her face.
“Yes you are,” she said. “Are you crying because you are sad?” she asked. I just nodded my head slowly.
