She stood there, on her mother's front door
Nervous-wrecking, as she looked down the floor.
Today is a special day for her,
Today is the start of being better,
With her mother by her side, fighting, together.
She knocked, three times at the least
She was a timid child, and this was the gist,
She wanted to speak up for once, speak up for herself, for she is no more of the little girl she once dwell.
If she wanted to speak up, at least for once, for her, this was the only chance.
Hearing the door creak
She looked up and took a peak,
There sat her mother on her huge and warm bed, her long wavy hair past her back, this was one of the many things she inheretid, nothing lacked.
The aura of the room were lively and warm,
With a soft smile plastered on her mother's lips,
It was if nothing could be harmed,
As breathing came out in a slip.
Her slow, timid footsteps ringing the hallway
Making it somebody was still living on this old old mansion, it was making it livelier, it was better.
As she entered her mother's den
She knew her mother didn't bother acknowledging her,
But it was no-time to be a chicken,
She wanted to speak up, to inform he mother something special, that she was her little girl.
She's feeling giddy
Feeling happy,
She could shout it to the world,
That all the pain and suffering she took, has it worth.
But she stood frozen in shock
As if a bucket of cold ice, showered and splash her,
Her heart being crumpled, her happiness long forgotten,
When her mother opened up her mouth,
As if to say she wasn't a woman, all her efforts going south.
"What are you doing here? Visiting me? Why bother? Aren't you tired as am I? Or are you still that stupid little girl who dwells in her fantasy world? I told you to stay away from, far far away from me, you No-good-of-a-daughter. Why can't you dissapear, already?! I wanted nothing but you to die! To leave this world like you shouldn't have existed in the first place! There's nothing in the world I would want but you gone!" her mother bellowed and then it was silent.
The silence were deafening
Even if a pin dropped, it would seem as if it was shouting.
The weight of someone who gave birth to her, who gave life to this world, hurts so much, so heavy.
She opened her mouth, to speak up and correct the woman in front of her.
She was already upset about last night of what happened between her and her fiancé, why couldn't she be comforted or understand?!
But nothing came out but her usual, pathetic reply, as if she was still the little girl so shy.
"I'm so sorry to bother you," she uttered.
She left the room, the weight of her mother's word we're suffocating,
Her happiness was long gone, long forgotten,
For what she was about to say, it's my birthday! She waited 'till midnight, but expecting this to already happen. Even if the greetings we're none.
Something whispered on the air of Yuka's room— the mother of our little and precious main character, Mikan.
As if it was delightful,
"Be careful of what you wish for."