“Look what you’ve done!” she screamed at her 5 year old daughter for dropping the vase on the floor, causing it to shatter on impact.
“I’m sorry,” Gaia Terra bent down to pick up the shattered pieces of glass that spread out. One of them cut her finger until the fresh blood came out. Ruby, glistening as it caught the reflection of the sunlight coming from the window.
“Now you cut yourself,” she sighed in exasperation. “First the vase, now this.”
Another explosion that obliterated the roof, walls, and windows. The little girl wasn’t afraid of spirits, monsters, beasts or demons. When she witnessed the fury of her own mother, nothing could compare to it. Not even hell. If Satan was a female, that’s what she would probably be like. She never met Satan, but she imagined he is related to her mother since they tend to do the same things.
Eva Terra was not one to hug, comfort, or support Gaia. She was not loving, nurturing, or kind to anyone she didn’t like. She had 3 daughters: Gina, Ella, Gaia. Of all her daughters, Ella was the most like her, and in turn, became her favorite. Gina was a mistake, Ella came out just right, Gaia was supposed to be a boy. Ella was pretty like Eva, charming like Mel, shrewd like Ellen and sneaky like Mal. Ella had the traits that Eva wanted in a daughter, who finally showed up in her life, making her proud and happy.
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“I can clean it,” Gaia offered as the blood trickled out of her finger, making itself known that it has come out, and it was not a sight to be missed. What was supposed to remain inside is now visible.
“Clean what?”
“Both,” Gaia replied. The sight of the broken vase on the floor was painful, but not as painful as the blood trickling out of her finger, letting her know that she needed attention immediately or it was going to get worse. Yet Eva never helped her out of any situation, especially that one. Any other mother would tend to their injured child, but not this one. It was Gaia’s fault that the vase broke, her finger bled, and that she wasn’t a boy. If she came out perfect like Ella, she wouldn’t have any of those problems or make them worse.
Bleeding, Gaia sauntered to the closet to get the broom and wipe the broken shards of glass on the floor. Eva watched sternly as Gaia swept the shards into a pile, then swooped them up into the attached dustpan to be thrown in the trash bin nearby. After that, Gaia went upstairs to her own room and closed the door. Eva was satisfied after seeing that. First, she didn’t have to do any cleaning (sweep or deal with blood). Second, the problem was out of her sight. Third, she could go back to reading a book before she was rudely interrupted.
It was silent in the house again. The ticking of the wall clock, hum of the refrigerator, and breeze from the cool AC were the only noises that could be heard. It was peaceful and quiet again, like the library, the way it was supposed to be.
