I relaxed, and began to gather the mirror shards. I strained my ears, but couldn’t hear anything from the neighboring room. I realized that I threw the hairbrush at the mirror.
I came back to myself when I heard the sound of a shattering mirror. She was indifferent to my brother and me. She probably gave us no thought, and only immersed herself in fantasies of life in faraway cities.
But afterwards, mother was unusually happy. After talking a long time with the man, mother told brother and me to play outside. A day before mother left, we had a customer. What remained were her old, unused hairbrush and a curling iron. All her pretty bottles and cans with white powder in it were gone. The drawer in her dressing table was empty as well. Her bag seemed different than usual because she was hiding the cloak inside. I pulled out the drawers, and saw that her clothes had disappeared along with her old traveling cloak. Her bed was the same as always, but I had a bad feeling about the drawers in her wardrobe and dressing table before I even opened them. It was overtly sweet, and almost gave me a headache, so I could never like it. The scent she let off when she faced the mirror and put on her makeup. Silently, so as to not wake my brother, I got off my bed and went into mother’s room. It was midnight on the second day since mother’s departure. My brother sprung up and pointed at his favorite picture book. Mother only got mad at us and beat us because we were naughty. “Didn’t you make a promise with mother? The mountains are dangerous, so you mustn’t ever follow her. I immediately began cooing him with a softer voice. I’m busy preparing food and cleaning up the house, but my brother was too small to do anything. “Brother, you said the same thing a while ago.” However, this is the first time she didn’t come back before evening. Usually, mother’s back by noon of the next day, looking displeased. One day after mother’s departure, my brother asked me the same question over and over again. Will she slow her steps if I shouted for her to wait? Everything else was as usual, only I tried to do something different.
I wanted to hold back this small body that seemed ready to run after her at any moment. He looked depressed, and I put my hands on his shoulders. Mother would pick them up and sell them in the shop.Ĭome back soon, my brother wanted to say, but I shook my head at him. Their remains were made from rare metals. After all the workers disappeared and left the faculty unusable, only robots remained. Looking at her back weighed down by a sturdy bag, I said the same words every time.Ī long, long time ago, the junk yard was said to be a military faculty. That’s all mother ever said to us brothers when she left for the mountain. Do people lose their way because they're human? Or are they human because of that? Going beyond piled up conflicts and indignation, we live.
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