People from the family, friends, and even a few coworkers were waiting in line to offer their congrats, words of wisdom, and humorous comments. An atmosphere of eager expectancy pervaded the room as people raised their glasses and cameras began to click. The first person was Derek.
After clearing his throat, he stood up and lifted the microphone toward his ear. Because everyone in the room was so excited to hear what he had to say, there was a gap in the conversation. Next, he turned his gaze onto me.
With a tone that was nonchalant yet dripping with scorn, he began by saying, “Well, I suppose I should begin by expressing my gratitude to my mother.” Let me tell you something, Vivian: you’ve been… fascinating. I am constantly hovering, constantly worried, and constantly attempting to make my life seem flawless. I suppose that’s what mothers do, but there are moments when an excessive amount of affection may be… suffocating.
I felt as though I had been punched in the chest by the words. He proceeded to speak, and the visitors began to chuckle politely, but as he continued, the volume of their laughter increased. “I mean, Mom, you always wanted me to be the best at everything—school, sports, and social life.
You are the reason I am here today.” It is impossible for me to make a mistake. And to tell you the truth, there were occasions when I had the impression that you didn’t trust me to figure out anything on my own. The atmosphere in the room had become tight.
Some guests looked at one other in an odd manner. A look of rage could be seen on Martin’s face. I, on the other hand, did not move and instead grabbed my napkin firmly in an effort to maintain my composure.
The microphone was brought closer to Derek’s body. “And don’t even attempt to get me started on your sense of style. It’s exhausting to see you dress for every function like you’re trying out for a magazine, Mom.
You look like you’re making an audition. There were a few guests who laughed uneasily. I had a surge of h.u.m.iliation which washed over me.
Every single year of sacrifices, every single night spent fretting, every single meal that was prepared, and every single load of washing that was done, all of these things were reduced to snarky words in front of an audience that I hardly knew. My desire was to hide myself away in my seat. As much as I wanted to vanish.
On the other hand, a spark was kindled someplace deep within. A spark that I had repressed for a long time in the sake of being appropriate and being a mother.
