Her palm landed hard on my face enough to make me deaf and my head ringing.

“You didn’t even make any attempt to look for it, for a good one hour!” she yelled before storming off. I couldn’t bring myself to respond simply because a lot of feelings, expressions and thoughts ran through my head. First of all, it was barely ten minutes! Second of all I had no business with her it was with dad! Third of all I did make attempts to look for it. Isn’t it just insane to stand up and walk all the way over from where you are to come and slap someone who didn’t offend you!? Yes! Definitely insane!!!

 “I did make attempts to look for the scissors just for you to know!” I yelled back after gathering my thoughts together. Words cannot explain what I felt at that point. I felt pained, cheated, and angry! Yes, that’s the word angry! I felt so angry I could tear someone apart. All piled up pain converted to pure anger and rage.

“Aaaargggh!!!” I screamed flinging the bubble wrap in my hand away. I could still hear her muttering abusive words at me and it took all the restraint in me not to go out and give her a taste of my mind. Who does she think she is!? I thought. My mother? I let out a sarcastic laugh, I don’t think so, not anymore.

She had really outdone it, first my day started with her barging into my room at five o’clock on a Saturday morning!!! Asking me to prepare breakfast for her. I had reluctantly gone hoping for some peace when she eventually heads to wherever she was rushing to, didn’t really care. However it seemed like she was set to continuously step on my toes as she insisted I got ready and set out with her. Throughout the ride she kept blaming me for collaborating with some of her staffs to run down the business, like why the hell will I do that!? I tried explaining to her that all the report she got were lies and when she didn’t take a slight second to hear me out, I didn’t bother trying. I could only sit and wish the nightmare I was currently having would be over real soon. Then this! I don’t know how she expected me to know the orders we had for the day without internet connection and how she expected me to know where she dropped the scissors after using it the day before, since I asked her and she didn’t respond. Yet, she slapped me for not getting the orders ready on time. Dad who had more right to be angry since he was the one to drop them off at their various pick-up stations was not even angry. It wasn’t even my fault. Severally I have asked her to get a stable Wi-Fi connection in the office, if she had, checking the orders wouldn’t have been so much of a problem.

“Finish the sealing of those goods and ensure they are packed properly” she called out, her bitter-sweet voice igniting my rage. It wasn’t even my work to start with, angry; I walked over to the sealing machine to set it before sealing. At least it could help take my mind off things at the moment.

It did help just not in the way one will assume. I cooked up several plans on getting back at mom. First, I imagined ganging up with my siblings to beat her up, take a video of it and post it online but that would have ruined my good girl façade so I dropped it. Plus my siblings may not tag along with me. Then I imagined her trying to slap me again but then I take hold of a knife and stab her, only that I would get arrested and probably prosecuted which I don’t want to experience especially by firing squad or hanging so I dropped it too. Next, I thought of the slap she had given me earlier having a bad side effect on me in which it triggered something like migraine in my body system considering I was having symptoms of malaria already much to my parent’s ignorance and she becomes depressed and ashamed considering the effects of her action. However, I had to drop such thought too, no matter how much I felt hatred towards her and a strong desire to get back at her, it couldn’t be at my expense. I would be at greater loss. Finally, I thought of not ever talking with her, eating anything she cooks, avoiding her and having no sort of relationship with her until she feels the distance and ends up coming to apologize. That seemed like the perfect plan only this time, the throbbing pain in my head and constant rumbling of my stomach took me out of my train of thoughts. I was having a terrible headache; I needed to take drugs but could not on an empty stomach which was proven with the constant rumbling of my stomach. It meant one thing, it was lunch time for me and my lunch was prepared by the woman I felt little distaste in calling my mum at that point.

My desire for vengeance could wait, at that point my sole interest was in the lunch she prepared and Panadol she kept at the side of her bag that morning. Finishing the last set of cookies, I turned the sealing machine off and set off to go to my already planned destination but bumped into someone I would love to refer to as something. The stranger my mum had picked over her daughter! I had two plots to plan.