Kissing The Wind

My forehead creased. “This might be a misunderstanding. It’s impossible for the kitten to die. We ate in the same lunchbox, yet I am still alive.” I shook my head. “This is crazy.”

I tried to turn around to leave, but the man grabbed my wrist. “Wait,” he calmly said.

I looked at him. He stared deeply at me. “What?” I weakly asked.

“The kitten was poisoned.”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I nodded. “I guess it is food poisoning.”

“And I’m afraid that it is after you.”

My forehead creased even more at what he just said. “After me?”

He nodded. “Be careful.”

“That’s impossible.” I desperately laughed, but I guess it sounded like a nervous laugh. “And who would be after my life?”

I shook my head at the thought of someone who wanted me dead. I could not think of a reason why someone’s after my life. Not only that, but I think that idea was impossible.

“You’re talking nonsense.” I coldly said and shoved away his hand that was holding my wrist. “I don’t even know you, so stop making a ridiculous idea, will you?”

He weakly smiled. “I’m Anthony Bermeda, the new teacher. Please be careful, Miss.”

He walked pass by me. I followed him with my gaze as he walked away. Teacher? He is a new teacher?

I blinked and scratched my nape. I hope he won’t be my subject teacher or else…

My mother was not the best mom in the world. I thought she was the worst. She was selfish and could not do her job as a mother. The only thing that set her aside from other moms was that she had the skill of a best cook.

“Did you eat your lunch?” she asked as I get inside the house.

I looked at her and nodded. “Yeah.”

She stared intently at me, from head to toe, and then smiled. “Soup is ready.”

I faintly smiled. The picture of the dead kitten was still clear in my mind. I do not want to raise a suspicion to my mother, but what she asked first when I got inside was something… odd.

Why would she ask about me eating my lunch?

I followed her to the kitchen while unzipping my backpack to get the lunchbox. Surely, I did not want to bring it up, but I might not rest well due to suspicion.

“Mom?” I put the lunchbox at the kitchen sink. “Is it you who fried the fish?”

“Fried the fish?” She put a bowl of soup at the center of the table and faced me. “What do you mean?”

“Uh.” I washed my hands and dried them up. I looked at my mom. “When I feed the kitten at the school, that same kitten died out of a poison. Uh… I do not mean to —”

“Suspect me?” She raised her brow. “Are you suspecting me?”

“N-No. I mean, no. I just want to ask you if you had put something on the fish?”

She crossed her arm. “Did you eat your lunch?” she asked.

I gulped hard. The same question again. I nodded. “Yea, I had some.”

“And you’re well?”

I nodded again. “I g-guess?”

“So why would you suspect your own mother?” Her forehead creased and walked closer to me. She picked up the empty glass at the kitchen counter and stepped closer to the dining table. “If I had put something on your food, you must be dead by now.”

“Mom…”

“I’m serious,” she huffed. “You suspect me of something heinous, and you did not even think that maybe the kitten ate a poison before you feed him? You have your mind to think, Sydnee!”

I looked down the floor. “I-I’m sorry, Mom.”

“Even though I know that you don’t do well in class, but I expect you to at least have some common sense.”

“S-Sorry, Mom.”

She put water in the glass and drank it. She breathed deep and looked scornfully at me. “Throw your lunchbox away. If that kitten died out of poison, then your lunchbox is not safe.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“And don’t just feed some stray animals, Sydnee. Those are dirty, and you should not get close to them!”

I heaved a sigh. “Okay,” I said and picked up the lunchbox.

The truth was that I have been feeding stray animals for years now. I had kept it a secret to my parents because I knew that my mother would get mad if she’ll know about it.

I have been sharing my lunch to stray animals, and it was the first time that an animal died after I feed it. In the past, there was no incident like this. But maybe my mother’s words were true.

Maybe the kitten had eaten something poisonous before I feed it. And maybe it was just a coincidence that the kitten had died. But I just could not believe with a mere coincidence, though.

Nonetheless, I did what my mother instructed me to do. I threw away the lunchbox at the landfill nearby.

I could smell the stink of garbage that had been piled up over the years. My stomach churned. Even though I had lived for years near this place, I could not get use to it.

I hurriedly walked past the landfill and back to the humble nipa hut, just kilometers away from the mountain of garbage.

“If only he did not steal something,” I whispered.

I could see the dim light from the inside of the nipa hut. I knew that my mother was waiting inside, but I stopped just a meter away from it.

The scene of a humble nipa hut was not what my grade school self hoped for. My grade school self was dreaming of a big and fancy house where someday she and her parents will live in. But all of those dreams were burned along with our former house when my dad stole some of his boss’ money.

Our house was burned into ashes and later that day, my dad was accused of fraud. He was put to jail, but my mother bargained to the boss to free my dad in exchange for the same amount of money that dad had stolen.

And that was hard for my mom. Because dad did not have enough savings. My mother did not have a work, so where could she get money to free my father?

I remembered how she cried all night while we stayed in the lonely street of Consolacion. I still remember how I got so fascinated by the city lights in front of my eyes, while my mother was silently crying at my back.