For the first time in a long time, I had the whole day to myself, and I spent it with my favorite person. Oh, I have to say who that person is? I thought it was obvious. Okay. Okay. Let me say it. It was none other than the woman who sheltered me for the first nine months of my life.
I know. I know. She was generous enough not to also take any rent fees. She’s so cool, right? Let’s give it up for Big Abenad.You’re still sitting? Give her a standing ovation!
Okay, enough of making my imagination overpower this post.
Oh, I’m talking about my mom. So I spent the day with her, and one particular thing she said got me thinking. I was talking about how it’s probably a waste of time to be my enemy because I don’t even have a problem with anyone. And then she started telling me that that’s the whole point of someone being an enemy.
You don’t have to have a problem with them. Some people just wake up and decide that they don’t like you anymore and just start hating you. For others, you actually offended them without knowing, and instead of them confronting you, they chose to hate you instead.
The one that caught my attention was when she said no matter how perfect you are, you are bad in someone’s story. And sometimes, it's not about being the bad person in the story; it's about whose story it is. She told me a story of when she was in primary school. She had a best friend, and they did everything together. They were friends from childhood and grew up together. But one particular day when they were adults and all, an argument came up.
She referred my mom to something she did to her when they were kids. And according to her, as far as that memory exists, my mom was always going to be a bad person. My mom said she apologized several times but never got a response. Out of curiosity, she then asked about all the times she’s been there for her. She asked if they didn’t count, and she ignored her again.
From that moment, she knew the friendship had come to an end and genuinely didn’t want anything to do with her again. She said something about how such a person could actually harm you when she gets the right time and place. And from that time, she got to understand the reason behind certain little actions of hers.
I couldn’t stop thinking about this the whole day, especially because I know my mom, and I also know the other woman. They are both really lovely people, I must say. I think it’s okay if my mom is a bad person in someone’s story. But for her to be a bad person in that particular person’s story. It’s just so wild and scary to me.
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