Fight

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Authors: P.A. Jones
touched me. "Have you told Nathan? I think only he can encourage you to face your mother."
    "Yes, he knows about my mother. Only a little, though."
    "Does he know about her attitude? Does he know that she is a female version of Hitler?"
    "He knows that my mother is coming."
    "Does he know about the Hitler part?" she repeated.
    "No, he doesn't." I looked down. I feared that her furious eyes would burn mine..
    "He should know this, Eva. And you have to arrange a meeting between them."
    "I don't know if it's a good idea. I don't see my mom bonding with Nathan. And I wouldn't like her tearing Nathan apart."
    "Sweetie, he would pass that test." She patted me my back. "Let me help you pack." She walked in my room. She cared for me a lot, I knew. It was only because of her that I had survived all these years.
    ***
    I waited restlessly at the airport. The flight was delayed by fifteen minutes. My stomach was getting a weird feeling because of the delay. I knew my mother would be pissed off, and talking about anything important with her in that mood would be a terrible mistake. But I had no other option. Finally, the flight landed and my mother came out of the waiting area.
    "Hi, Mom." I waved my hand when I spotted her from far away.
    "Don't shout, Eva. Didn't I teach you some manners?" she hissed quietly.
    "Sorry, Mom." I looked down.
    "Where is your car?" she asked me.
    "I don't have one," I replied in a low voice.
    "What? I transferred fifty grand to your account last month to buy a Mercedes for yourself. And you couldn’t manage to buy one small Audi?."
    "I don't use cars that much, Mom."
    "I don't care. You are the daughter of the Mrs. Clark. You better learn to live like this." Her beautiful face crumpled.
    "Sorry, Mother."
    "I hope you called the hotel car, at least. We can buy a new one tomorrow."
    "Yes." I took her luggage and started walking outside.
    We settled inside the limousine sent by the hotel. "I heard you won the gully race?" The first question.
    "It wasn't a gully race. I competed against other college athletes."
    "Oh, come on, Eva. College students? You competed with them and think you’re a player now? And before that, you were injured badly," she said with a sarcastic tone. "I told you not to waste your time running. There are a hundred better things to do in this world and you are wasting your valuable time here."
    "But, it is my passion, Mother." I tried to protest.
    "Whatever, Eva. At the end of the road you are joining the business. I sent you to New York to learn fashion design in depth, not for running and injuring yourself." She took her small mirror out of the makeup kit she carried with her. She looked at herself and applied a small layer of powder over her face. "Anyway, I'm here to make things right, with business and with you..."
    She closed her eyes for the rest of the trip. I wanted to cry. I remembered the way she had always shown me her judgment. I craved her love, but I only got some lecture or wisdom. When I expected a pat on the back, she told me her plans for me. When I wanted a hug, she gave me a new lesson in marketing. She was totally opposite of whatever I wanted her to be.
    A few hours had passed. We were having dinner in my room at the hotel. Silence was biting me from inside. I wanted to tell her about my sports career plans, but the thought of saying that to her was dreadful. Fear of her erupting on me kept my lips sealed. But I had to tell her my decision. This was the only chance I had. "Mother..." I cleared my throat." I want to tell you something..."
    "One thing, Eva." She cut me off. "If you are planning to tell me about your sport dream, then don't waste your words. I have heard enough and I am more concerned about your performance in college. Sports and running are only good as a hobby, they are not career choices." She turned her face to look into my eyes. "That doesn't earn you money. I earn money for you. Those shoes you are wearing to run, those cost two thousand dollars.

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