4. Chapter 4
My mother. Standing right in front of me. The woman I have not seen for the past 20 years, yet the woman who gave birth to me. Mixed emotions were making their way through my body - sadness, at the fact that she left me all alone to face this world, happiness, that we have finally reunited, comfort, at Harry's presence, yet doubtful of the whole situation. I was brought out of my trance when I when I felt two slender arms hug me. My mother. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry asking me to hug her back. Relunctantly, I allowed my hands to rest on her back. She squeezed me tighter at my response. "I am so sorry Alexis. I cannot even begin to tell you how sorry I am. Can you please forgive me?" I pulled away, maybe too soon, but I could not do it anymore. We all took our seats and Harry gripped my hand tight. I could feel my fingers twitching beneath his tight grip and he turned to give me one of his dazzling smiles. The toothpaste commercial smile. Only one problem though: Now along with the elephants in my stomach, his smile only added dinosaurs to the mixture. Well, as you can see, this was not a very good combination for me. An awkward moment indicates a moment that causes embarrassment. The embarrassment can be less or huge, depending upon the awkwardness of the moment. But none of us can escape an awkward moment. Some awkward moments are such, when someone has mentioned something 3 times and you still don't understand what they are saying, so you agree anyway. Some are such when you are the single friend giving advice to all your friends having relationship problems. These are the awkwards with the small 'a'. And then, in comparision, you have the moments with the 'A'. Such as, right now. Harry saved me the trouble of talking much, as he tried to make small conversation over dinner. I replied curtly to all her questions, not giving away anything more than what was required. I told her about my brother, my job, her parents and other things. I could not help but notice the striking similarities between us. If she wasn't my real mother and karma, the biggest bitch of all times was playing a sick joke on me, the plastic surgeon had done a brilliant job. We both had dark curls cascading down our backs, the exact same smile and the same eye colour though mine were slightly greyer than hers were. She had eyes that looked more blue than the ocean. Someone as unobservant and oblivious as Mr Bean could notice that we were blood related. We dressed in a similar way, had similar habits liking twitching fingers during a period of extreme awkwardness, a.k.a, right now. We managed to scrape past dinner without mentioning her absence. The curiosity was killing me inside. I simply had to know what made her leave me all alone for all these years. It was coming up, right up my trachea, passed my pharynx and larynx, about to roll off the tip of my tongue. It barely came out as a whisper and I did not think she had heard me but I realized otherwise when I could suddenly feel the temperature of the restaurant rise by ten degrees. "Why?"