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a date with the driver
chapter 01 : cruel love
Everyone knows that a mother is the only support for her children, gives them love and tenderness and takes care of them, They see it as a rare blessing and a gift from the Lord Contrary to Julia Fisher, who thought her son Frederick, the handsome and kind young man If we describe his personality, Angel would be the best fitting name for him, was a curse, that it was a punishment from God for her.
He get abused daily by his mother although he may love her, huge her and even kiss her but those kisses always send him sleeping in that cold and frightening basement.
A small room devoid of all the basic necessities that you will find in it, you only see ruined bed that Fredrick wish no one to sleep on it, windowless room And also that simple closet, it shows you what he suffers from, is it because of her stinginess or there are other reasons that we do not know that turned his life upside down , a completely open door and footsteps slowly coming while Frederick is in the world of dreams, his only favorite place for him, where he finds love and affection, and even the many friends he did not get them in real life.
She walk with bitterness and splashed that cold bucket of water on him Until he wake up frantically Without losing control of himself, and uttering inappropriate words in the presence of his mother Which follows the method of cruelty with him in everything, even in the way he was awakened as if he was in a military barracks .
After that panic went away , he looked at his mother with a broad smile and a happy tone, good morning mom., answered him with a look of contempt and a mockery tone: In your dreams, mentally handicapped, get up and go to work, never call me mom again, my children are not backward.
Then she left him in that bad psychological state even though he was smiling, but sadness took over him, if you see those blue eyes, you will see questions he used to ask himself What should I do to make her love me, I believe that she will love me and I will not give up until I hear I love you or at least Son, this is my goal, this is my wish.
Sitting on the bed in a way that shows that he is thinking deeply and trying to find a solution to the situation that tormented him psychologically and deprived him of the mother's tenderness that he thinks would have changed his life if he had obtained it like the rest of the children.
Thinking played with his mind until he decided to stop living in delusions, my mother could not love me no matter what I tried, She is angry at me, Because I am the reason why my father left us, that what he was saying to himself in low voice and with tone of blame like He's beating himself up for something has absolutely nothing to do with it, he doesn't even remember his father very well.
His mother who instilled that idea in his head And she deliberately accused him that he was the reason for his departure, but the truth is still vague and will not be revealed except with the passage of time.
His mother's voice calls out for him to come down for breakfast, but in an insulting and unacceptable way for someone who truly has a human heart characterized by compassion and humanity, Politely and with great manners, explains sincere feelings that he really loves and respects her, but she refuses to see that or ignores it either for fear of a past that is haunting her or a future she wants to avoid.
He went to the wardrobe to change his clothes. Immediately he finished that, he went straight to the backyard without informing his mother, because he used to dry his clothes every morning as a result of his mother's way, which we describe so wonderful in waking him up.
A few minutes later, he went to the kitchen for breakfast to help him spend a nice day while sitting in a chair with his arms extended over a square table, Waiting for his breakfast, a single fried egg, she put it on the table for him while looking at her smiling And in a tone of inquiry: Is this my breakfast?
Hard looks while answering him with completely cold As if she was doing a favor to a stranger or feeding a passerby, yes ,eat and shut your mouth , you are lucky I prepared it for you.
Those stares full of love towards his mother, although he did not say it. Just a word of thanks for that single egg that Do not get fat nor saturate that stomach What really needs nourishment is that...
Everyone knows that a mother is the only support for her children, gives them love and tenderness and takes care of them, They see it as a rare blessing and a gift from the Lord Contrary to Julia Fisher, who thought her son Frederick, the handsome and kind young man If we describe his personality, Angel would be the best fitting name for him, was a curse, that it was a punishment from God for her.
He get abused daily by his mother although he may love her, huge her and even kiss her but those kisses always send him sleeping in that cold and frightening basement.
A small room devoid of all the basic necessities that you will find in it, you only see ruined bed that Fredrick wish no one to sleep on it, windowless room And also that simple closet, it shows you what he suffers from, is it because of her stinginess or there are other reasons that we do not know that turned his life upside down , a completely open door and footsteps slowly coming while Frederick is in the world of dreams, his only favorite place for him, where he finds love and affection, and even the many friends he did not get them in real life.
She walk with bitterness and splashed that cold bucket of water on him Until he wake up frantically Without losing control of himself, and uttering inappropriate words in the presence of his mother Which follows the method of cruelty with him in everything, even in the way he was awakened as if he was in a military barracks .
After that panic went away , he looked at his mother with a broad smile and a happy tone, good morning mom., answered him with a look of contempt and a mockery tone: In your dreams, mentally handicapped, get up and go to work, never call me mom again, my children are not backward.
Then she left him in that bad psychological state even though he was smiling, but sadness took over him, if you see those blue eyes, you will see questions he used to ask himself What should I do to make her love me, I believe that she will love me and I will not give up until I hear I love you or at least Son, this is my goal, this is my wish.
Sitting on the bed in a way that shows that he is thinking deeply and trying to find a solution to the situation that tormented him psychologically and deprived him of the mother's tenderness that he thinks would have changed his life if he had obtained it like the rest of the children.
Thinking played with his mind until he decided to stop living in delusions, my mother could not love me no matter what I tried, She is angry at me, Because I am the reason why my father left us, that what he was saying to himself in low voice and with tone of blame like He's beating himself up for something has absolutely nothing to do with it, he doesn't even remember his father very well.
His mother who instilled that idea in his head And she deliberately accused him that he was the reason for his departure, but the truth is still vague and will not be revealed except with the passage of time.
His mother's voice calls out for him to come down for breakfast, but in an insulting and unacceptable way for someone who truly has a human heart characterized by compassion and humanity, Politely and with great manners, explains sincere feelings that he really loves and respects her, but she refuses to see that or ignores it either for fear of a past that is haunting her or a future she wants to avoid.
He went to the wardrobe to change his clothes. Immediately he finished that, he went straight to the backyard without informing his mother, because he used to dry his clothes every morning as a result of his mother's way, which we describe so wonderful in waking him up.
A few minutes later, he went to the kitchen for breakfast to help him spend a nice day while sitting in a chair with his arms extended over a square table, Waiting for his breakfast, a single fried egg, she put it on the table for him while looking at her smiling And in a tone of inquiry: Is this my breakfast?
Hard looks while answering him with completely cold As if she was doing a favor to a stranger or feeding a passerby, yes ,eat and shut your mouth , you are lucky I prepared it for you.
Those stares full of love towards his mother, although he did not say it. Just a word of thanks for that single egg that Do not get fat nor saturate that stomach What really needs nourishment is that...
