People who do anything for attention are the lowest of the low, not caring who they hurt or what they do in order to become the star of the show. They demand attention through force, coercing by using their body, or even faking kindness to make people look at them. They get exactly what they want. And somebody else is always behind them in order to clean up their mess.
Having to clean up behind their mother is something a daughter shouldn’t have to do. Seeing various random men coming home, hearing all kind of sounds coming from behind closed doors, that stuff just builds up over time. People around the neighborhood would walk up to me and ask “If your mother free sometime tonight?”
It’s enough to drive you insane.
I splashed some water on my face to try and cool down. Hovering over the sink, I stared into the mirror. Her bright blue eyes were forever stuck inside my face. My cheeks were pale in comparison to hers from constantly being flushed with attention. My hair retained its perfect dark brown hue while hers grew gray and dull.
No matter where I went, I’d be stuck with having some of her traits—at least it was just the physical ones.
Ready to finish up, I went into the small cabinet underneath the sink and pulled out some cleaning supplies.
Copyright © 2020 by Luka Tatsujo