My heart and yours The hearts Desire

|12 years ago|

"Today at New York city's biggest bridge, an accident took place and was said to be 'jump into the sea'." A young journalist inside the TV station announced. 

"We found out that the victim of this accident is the mother of an eight-year-old boy who is recognized to be the only son of the Minister of Finance." She disclosed and proceeded. 

"The little boy has watched his mother spring herself into the massive ocean and refused to leave the spot he has been standing on for the past few hours." She said and flipped over to the next page of her circular. 

"The marine is yet to find the corpse of Mrs Albert and is still on the search." She paused.

"People confirmed it to be_"

Click. The TV went off. 

"Shit!" Sideon growled and rolled his hands into a fist. 

"Are you okay sir?" His secretary, Mr Ben implored. 

He nodded without a word. 

Though he never loved or wanted her,  this was the least he was expecting. How could she do this to him? Was she making an effort to tarnish and destroy his image?

"No! That won't come to pass as long as I'm still breathing. Something needs to be done." He thought.

"Ben?" He called.

"Yes sir."

"Block out the reporters and do not invite anyone in, tell them I'm not in a good mood right now." He managed to declare. 

"Consider it done sir." Mr Ben bowed his head about to make his exit. 

"Make sure that boy is sent home." He commanded, stood up, and went to strut in front of the tinted reflector view inside his office. 

"Yes sir," Ben uttered again before taking his leave. 

"Mom!" Maths bellowed again, "Why mom?" He cried, gashes streaming down his eyes.

Hours passed before he could finally earn the courage to climb down from the block brick he has been standing on. 

"Oh, Christ!" Those who have been watching and aiming to get him down screamed. 

"He's finally moving away from that spot!" A woman yelled joyfully as they'd been trying to get him down but to no avail.

He sauntered through the crowd, absorbing all their consoles.

|Present|

"Get back here Dennis, you don't want me chasing after you, do you?" Angie shrieked at her eight-year-old little brother who was fleeing around the sitting room, playfully.

"Oh! That's what I want. C'mon, come get me if you can." He replied and kept running around.

"Gosh! Whose son is this? He's such a brat." She thought, getting fed up.

She has been struggling to get her bag packed from him for the past thirty minutes and now she was getting late, not to mention being stuck in traffic again. She sighed, aloud.    

"Okay?" She called, "Can I know what you want from me?" She asked gently.

"Now that's easy." He said and stopped running to face her, "Give me a ride to school and I'll be satisfied."

"Oh, not today!" She thought, placing her hand on my head. "You know I'm late for school, don't you?" She asked, brutally.

"You're always late, don't give me excuses." He let out, shoving his tongue at her.  

"Alright deal, can I get my backpack now?" She agreed so she won't consume more of her time.

"Until we get to my school." He countered and flew out of the house.

Seeing him run out, her emotion drifted to how long they'd been doing decently without their mother. Her brothers, Ben and Dennis have been the only ones she had, even though she knew her Mom had her motives for leaving them behind, she still loved that they were working out competently.

Ben is twenty-four and a final-year student in college while Dennis is thirteen, ready for high school. She's eighteen, a final-year student in high school. Everything worked out for good.

Although Ben was older than her, she still imagined herself as his mom. Silly right?

She has been the one taking good care of them ever since their mother left them at a tender age. 

"What did you say again?" She asked Dennis as they rode to school.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked sheepishly, making her look awkward. 

"Oh shut up! I was thinking about how to squeeze my time today. I have a debate class and I have to cook for the plus test."