MR BILLIONAIRE CHOICE

Juliet’s Point Of View

“Have you taken your drugs today Mum?” I asked my mum who was coming out of her room as we met in the corridor.

“No dear. I just woke up not quite long ago, and I haven’t even eaten anything.” Mum replied to me sharply.

“Mum! Not again! I told you to always take your drugs on time to avoid any complications or problems with your health.” I said with a sigh.

“Juliet, it’s not like that, you know it.”

“Here you go again, mum. You want to explain again, you keep explaining and creating excuses, mum.” I interrupted,

“Juliet. It’s not like that, ever since this sickness started it has not been easy to walk about, from the room to the kitchen to use my drugs. My legs and body are not as agile as yours as a youth.” Mum explained to me.

Touched by her words and her tone, I walked from the doorsteps to meet her where she was standing and gave her a hug and a radiant smile.

“I know mum. It’s because I care about you and I want you to heal totally without having to be afraid of what might happen to you anyway. I cherish you mum.”

I said to her, with my voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you so much Juliet. You make me feel loved and appreciated.” Mum said, with her eyes looking emotional.

“You’re welcome mama. Now let’s go and get those drugs so you can drink them.” I said to her sharply.

“Thank you, my daughter.”

We walked to the kitchen where I took a glass of water and proceeded to the sitting room where I took the drug that was in a sachet and gave it to my mother as she drank the drug effortlessly and coughed afterward.

“What’s the matter? Sorry!” I said, patting her back with my hands.

“I’m fine dear, I rushed the water, that’s why,” Mum said, as she gulped the last bit of the water in the cup down her throat and she dropped the glass cup afterward.

“What’s happening here?” A voice thundered from behind.

The eyes of Mum and I jammed each other, as we both turned and looked back to see who was talking, and it was my father who just walked into the sitting room while Mum and I were talking.

“Dad! You’re awake!! How are you doing?” I said, with my teeth wide open.

“I’m good. I was hearing some noises from the room and I thought it was just proper for me to come and check what was going on in my house.” Dad said.

“Your house or our house?” Mum asked sharply out of jealousy.

“Oh no! Not again! You both started this morning.” I said, laughing.