DINNER
Luna POV
I never thought I would meet my kids. I have wished for so many years to see them. I hope they don't hate me.
I stood up when I heard thumping sounds coming from the stairs. Two blue eyes stared at me. Wow, they look so much like me, their hair, eyes, and nose.
"Kids, this is your mother." I snapped back. I didn't even know they were already here; they were looking at me.
"Hi, kids," I said, getting nervous. Oh gosh, they must hate me. I did abandon them. Will they want me?
Before I knew it, two arms wrapped themselves around my body, hugging me. I am surprised; nonetheless, I hugged them back, tears in my eyes while they were sniffing. Did I make them cry? I am such a bad mother; I shouldn't have come. I kept holding them.
"We are so happy to see you, Mama." Mama! Did they just call me that? Even after I left them? I broke down crying more while I hugged my babies.
"Please don't cry, Mama."
"No, these are tears of joy, my babies."
After a while, we all sat down, but the twins didn't want to let me go, so they sat beside me, leaving me to sit between them while Lia moved to the other chair.
"Mama, are we going with you? I don't want to stay here anymore. We want to be with you, Mama. Please take us with you." I looked at Mr. Larry; he had a hurt look on his face while his wife was already crying; he was consoling her. He knew I was looking at him.
"If they want to go with you, there's no problem at all. After all, they are your kids. I am happy I've fulfilled my promise to you. I think the twins felt guilty as well."
"We're sorry, Papa, but we promise to come to visit you." They went forward to hug them. His wife cried loudly. I let them have their moment while Lia hugged me; I needed that.
Then we heard knocking. "Who's there?"
"Sir, it's your parents. Should I open the door for them?" the lady asked, being scared. How evil can they be?
"Yes, let them in."
"You better have sent those bastards out of this house, son. I don't want them in your home anymore, y--oh, you have visitors. And why do they look alike?" she says, moving her fingers through the kids and me. My kids were getting scared. They moved behind me, not wanting to
see their faces.
"Dad, I already told you, they're not bastards. This is their mother."
"So you're the whore that left your bastards for my son to take care of? What a shameless woman, now back for them. Good, we don't need them around here," she said, pulling her husband upstairs.
"Where is my grandson anyway?"
"He's sleeping, mother. Please don't wake him up," Mr. Larry answered. I couldn't say anything. I would have put her in her place. I held Lia's hand. I knew she wanted to reply to the bitch, which wouldn't go well.
"Please don't say anything."
"B-But, please," I begged her quietly. She nodded, but her expression was one of anger.
We all heard crying. I guess the kid hates their grandparents as well. We heard a clicking sound coming down. Mr. Larry's mother held the baby, who was crying so loud, she was getting annoyed by the baby's crying.
"My goodness, can you feed this child?" she said, giving the baby to its mother.
"Mama, he's not hungry. It wasn't long he was fed," Mr. Larry answered while his wife rocked the baby, who kept q; we immediately and started falling asleep again.
"Don't make him sleep. We came to play with our grandson." She tried shaking the baby to wake up. What kind of people is this? Can't they see that the baby needs rest? What kind of grandparents are they? We stared at them; I guess they felt eyes on them.
"What are you staring at?" the witch asked, staring at me. Yep, I am calling her a witch. She does look like an ugly witch.
"Why are you still here? Take your bastards and leave this house."
"Mom, this is my house," Mr. Larry said.
"No, son, this is our house, and we can do whatever we want here. We want you to leave now!"
"Why don't they pack their things first?" Miss Lana tried reasoning with them.
She laughed. "What things?
Everything they have belongs to my
son. They came here with nothing, so they must leave with nothing." I feel like bitch slapping this witch.
"Mom, you can't say that. They're my guests."
"Guest? This whore, and who the hell is that besides her?"
"I'm her girlfriend," Lia replied.
"Oh, lesbians," she says with disgust, what a homophobic bitch. "You kept this lesbian's kids. What if her children infest my grandson with their gayism?" What the hell does that mean?
"Yes, son, more reason for her children to be gone," his father said with a disgusted look.
"Okay, I am tired of these people. Let me punch them," Lia said, rolling her cloth up. I held her.
"No, Lia, we can't do that. Let's just go."
"Dad! This is the reason why Dahlia left."
"What? You've been in touch with her, and you didn't tell us, you know we have been looking for your sister for years now, and you kept this from us?"
"She told me not to tell you."
"Why would she do that? We are her parents. Doesn't she love us?" The witch broke down in tears. Wow, I can't believe she's capable of crying. Well, we're all humans, after all.
"Why?"
"Well, Mom, what do you expect? She won't stay, knowing her parents are homophobic." She gasps.
"Yes, Mom, your precious Dahlia is a lesbian."
"That's not true." She shook her head.
"It's the truth, darling," her husband said.
"Y-You know about this?"
"Of course, I do. I was the one that sent her away. We don't need a lesbian daughter; she's a disgrace to our family."
"Do you mean you sent our daughter away because she's a lesbian? You know how much I love her."
"So you would have accepted her, knowing the kind of person she is? I will not let her shame this family. I did the right thing to send her away. It's not like you would have allowed her to stay."
"I would have tried."
"Tried?" He laughed. "Theresa, you were just condemning this whore here, and now you want to change your mind about them. It's a sin, you know this. It was the right thing to do, and anyone who supports them will rot in hell."
"You know what, Remy? I want a divorce."
"Okay, I think it's time for us to leave," Lia said, dragging us outside while we waved goodbye to them, not wanting to get involved in their matter, but their shouting could be heard outside the house, this is so perfect, how much I love karma.
