Infanticide: the killing of a young child
I watched as the bits of tasteless salt tumble onto my left palm. I closed my hand and let it disappear before it even had a chance to prove its existence. I huffed out a mouthful of air and watched the misty breath swirl before me and vanish just as fast as the magical salt. Must everything beautiful disappear so fast?
I slid my boots over the ground below me to make sure that the snow is smooth. I slid down to the ground slowly and laid there, immersing myself in a world of blinding whiteness.
“Ruby!” my mother yelled as she stuck her head out the kitchen window, “It's getting really chilly out, why don’t you come back in and join your sister for some hot chocolate?”
My reddened aching fingers proved her words. I reluctantly propped myself up on my elbows and pushed myself up from the glistening snow. I trudged up the slippery porch of our backyard.
Before I even reached for the knob, the door automatically opened and revealed my twin sister, Amber, on the other side. I mumbled a quick thanks before pushing past her and running for the bathroom. I kicked my dirty boots off as I limped towards to the bathroom. I turned on the tap and enjoyed the sensation of the warm water flowed through my freezing fingers. Honestly, though, I wouldn’t care if they fell off. That way I wouldn’t have to practice piano every day. While it ran, it also gave me extra time to check out my reflection. My messy blonde hair tangled within my tuque and the rest just laid against my rosy red cheeks.
After regaining the senses in my fingers, I quickly turned the tap off despite how tempting it is to keep them underneath the warm stream (our teachers taught us that wasting water is bad).
I wiped my fingers on my waterproof jacket and ran to the kitchen. I froze as soon I saw the glare coming from my usually benevolent mother.
“Ruby! What did I say about dirty shoes?”
“..they stay outside..” I mumbled looking at the ground.
“And where are they now?”
“On the living room floor..” I could feel tears dancing on the edge of my eyes.
“I told you more than a thousand times. Why can’t you remember? Look at your
sister, she behaves like a proper lady.”Amber glanced at my mom and went back to reading her romance book.
I rolled my eyes. She always compare me to my sister. Honestly, what’s wrong with having a childhood? I just want to be carefree for once and not worry about being scolded.
Then, my mom proceeded towards the cup of hot chocolate on the dinner table. I stared at my ripped socks as I heard gulps of my favourite drink go down my mother’s throat.
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“Oh by the way, that cup was supposed to be yours.” She walked away smiling, purposely ignoring the river flowing from my eyes.