Never Knew She’s Beautiful.
Tears dropped from my face gently. It’s one of the few times that I had cried in my life.
I folded the letter with an heavy heart and leaned on the table with my two hands.
Tears were forming heavily in my eyes. The boss’s brother pressed his eyes on me.
“Rachael, what is it?”
“The letter is for the boss.” I said and walked out to the compound of the house. I saw the car of the boss drove in.
I stood and leaned my devastated body to the pillar of the house. The boss walked towards me and probably noticed tears on my face.
“What are you doing in my house again?”
“Your mom is dead.”
“And so? Hey woman! The person that died is my own mother not yours , so why crying? Oh! You are trying to act like you really cared for me right?”
“Have this letter , sir.”
He looked at the letter in my hand and looked at my face. He did the same thing again.
“I don’t have the time for your nonsense display of foolish emotions.” He walked away.
“Your mother wrote it before she dies.”
“She must be really good at writing, I’m not reading it. Tear it , lady.” He said and walked inside.
I followed him inside and watched as he walked to his brother. He opened the fabric that covered the face of his dead mother.
He was quiet for a while after which he said: “Woman, I hated you all my life because you killed Molly. I’m not really glad that you die but now that you have died, I have forgiven you. I can’t continue keeping grudges with the dead.” He covered his mother back.
“I’m sorry for the loss ,brother. But I think we should call the ambulance to pack her off.” The boss said.
His brother nodded and cleaned his face with his face towel. He picked his phone and called the ambulance.
He was about walking inside when he turned to me. “And you…what did you want, please go to your house. As you can see , my brother is mourning.”
“You said you have forgiven your mother , why not read the letter that she wrote , then?”
He dropped his bag on the chair and came to me.
“What exactly is your problem with the letter that my own mother wrote to me? By the ways, if she wrote it to me , what is the letter doing in your hand? Who gave you?” He turned to his brother.
“Your brother gave me. He said your mother said any of us can read it.”
“So! Mother wants you to read a letter that is primarily for me. ” He smirked. “That’s one of the reason why I disdain the woman so much.”
He snatched the letter from me and angrily opened it.
He read it.
Suddenly ,the letter dropped from his hand. His head remained lowered.
He remained still , he couldn’t move.
About a minute later , his brother stood and walked to us.
“What is going on? What is it about the letter?” His brother asked peeking at the boss and I in confusion.