by: Schemerman
Description}: Mother silent monologue: I touch her. As gently as I can - my hands are shaking... And caress her back... Softly. Ulia is still crying... Tears poured all over the floor... My face is wet... Her face is covered with palms. Mum: "(sob) ...Ulia... you can get up now..." Ulia: "Wwwwwuuhuuuu..." Mum: "...get up... now!..." Ulia: (faintly trembles) Mum: "...get up... OR YOU WANT MORE!?..." Mother silent monologue: I can't hold it... Tears are flowing... I'm crying and not able to stop... Bursting into sob I lift my little daughter. Now Ulia stays on the floor... Eyes down, face is wet. Clothes... wet. I just... I...? I hug her. Gently yet tight. And weep... Holding my precious daughter, my only one. I hope she'll forgive me... Ulia: "Wuuhuuu... Forgiivememuum... I will neversmoke againuuuuu..." Mum: "...! (sob) You're... I..." Ulia: "Muuuummie..." We were sitting on the floor, crying... I wore watches, but have no idea was it minute or... I feel like it was 20 minutes... I mop tears with my own shirt and get up. Mum: "...I forgive you. Promise me you'll never smoke again..." Ulia: "Iwilllnever, ever... (sob) Mummie, I promise...! (sob)" Mum: "(almost recovered) Good... good. What a foul smell..." Ulia: "Mumm, that's... that is... a sigarette I smoked (sob)" Mum: "(strictly) A sigarette... yes. Get up. Upupup! Go to the bathroom" Ulia: "!??" Mum: "I won't let your mouth smell like that... come. Come!" --------------- P.S. - Here comes the final showdown, storyend. Last drawing in progress...
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