The Reality Of Dreams Came True

"YOU SHOULD QUIT READING BOOKS AND COME BACK TO REALITY" Linda/my mother yelled at me angrily, I was curled up in my blanket. almost happy that I have a book in my hands which was finally after studying that much and that made me forgot the reason for being so angry of something I already forgotten. I inhaled deeply, looking respectfully at my mother who raised me; see I never quite understand the motherhood and the yelling? I mean why use the yelling when you can actually talk? I mean mature adult talk?. "LEAVE YOUR BOOK AND COME HELP ME" again, I shook my head mindlessly, jumping from my 'laying so lazily' on the couch, I felt dizzy. wasn't good?. I pulled my hair with a ribbon. "so mum, what do you want me to help you with?" staring at the book for too long, it made my eyes blur, I rubbed them and inhaled again, she looked at me with her black-grey eyes as if studying me and I couldn't help chuckling "what now..?" I huffed silently. I followed her to the kitchen, biting my lip was somehow my bad habit. "so tell me what is that book about?" Linda glanced at me, holding the dish and scrubbing it with soap, I flickered my gaze to the window. "it's a love s-story" ducking my hands in my pocket, looking at my feet. "another love story? It influence you Lisa didn’t get that, how may time did I tell you?" Linda inhaled through her nose. "it's just the way I can think and try to believe mum I am realistic...." my voice falling into mutters at the last word when I said "not" rising my voice again. "but I mean.. it's good to know that love exists and even if it didn’t it's like telling the blind person that he isn't blind it's only temporary or something" I shrugged giving an example wasn't the best, I hope I didn't ruin my argument. she let out a laugh. "you are a random kid, Lisa" wanting to bury myself under the fridge, eh it was too tiny to fit my big head, shaking my head again. "so what? I mean.. - Linda interrupted me slightly- "You think that reality is just unfair right?" I wanted to argue but I let her continue and nodded. "You think that reality is just as awful as anything nasty happened?- when you think you are just dreaming just because you want to forget? I want to help you realize that if and when I died soon in this life it would be cold place for you, not kind and selfish. no one will care for you but me and your father.." she dropped the sponge on the table, I gulped. "if you stopped dreaming you will wake up and find reality to work on improving it and make it fair... you see Lisa, I was just like you a dreamy person, but you are different. because you are studying the world I used to not know... and even when I had the slightest idea, it was barely a thing in this world" I kept nodding and I couldn't stop myself from realizing what life is capable of, I know my mother’s discussion was important to my brain to use them when needed, I know what she meant about that, but I was only 16 and at least I can do is behave like one, but I couldn't quite do that, I felt the need to be more than just 16 more than just teenager, I felt my mother's age lingering around her... wanting me to join....