My celebrity boyfriend

Hazel

I came back from the market, buying all the food stuffs. All the responsibility is in my hands now.

My mother is sick, she has heart complications.

"Mother I'm home"I called as I helplessly fell into a chair.

I've been searching for job lately, and I wasn't employed because of my status.

I won't give up, I'll continue applying for job to help us out.

"Welcome my dear. How was market? Is it booming?"she asked as she sat beside me caressing my long dark hair.

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"A little mom. The least I do was to call on constumers"I said softly. I stood up and dragged myself to the kitchen.

I was so tired. I decided to make dinner before I rest my head. I opened the empty pots, and make use of them for the food.

After preparing the dish, I went to my room and found Andrea asleep.

She one lazy girl. Why didn't she cook? At least we aren't out of food stuffs.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower, that was when the thought of applying as a receptionist or waitress came.

I removed the thought form my head and left the bathroom, drying my body with my clean white towel.

I changed to my normal clothes, and walked to Mom's room and informed her about the food.

"Mom I made dinner, come on get up"I urged and held her to stand.

She smiled at me, and a tear fell from her eyes. I still don't understand why she was sad. At least I'm trying to make her feel happy.

She has done alot to keep us alive. She has tried everything in her power to put food on out table.

Now I'm trying to take ecare of her, prove to her that everything will be alright.

I don't like seeing her this sad, she's breaking my heart whenever I'm seeing her sad.

"Mom, what is it?"I spoke in Tagalog. She wiped her tears and held my shoulder faking a smile

"Look at you. I don't think I'm a good mother. You and your sister supposed to be in school. Even the school Andrea is going us not standard enough!"she cooed. Oh no! I hate when she always try to put herself down.

It's not easy to take care if children, especially when you're alone.

"Mom don't say that, you tried enough. You did everything in your powerful to make things okay for us. Beside we should be happy that we are eating food"I said and held her.

She smiled at me. I led her to the dining table, and allowed her to sit.

I prepared a traditional Filipino food. It was mom's favorite. She rushed the food and smiled at me.

I began eating mine. Andrea's food is in the kitchen. When she's hungry, she'll have some.