Workaholic
♡ The Spelling of Love: Part III ♡
“But, dear, we already talked about this.”
She rolled her eyes as she ran the hairbrush through her tangled locks.
“Mom, I know, but this is more important. And its urgent.”
The mother looked at her daughter apprehensively. Her daughter was a grown woman now, who took her own decisions, who you couldn’t force to attend boring judgmental family feasts anymore.
She tied her hair very neatly, A usual hairstyle that she carried now. A two stranded braid that started from her hairline, which would neatly collect itself into a professional looking low bun at the nape of her neck. It took her a long while to perfect this hairstyle. At least it was better than the messy bun with a shabby hairband that she used to don back in med school, on those hot summer days.
“I wish you could spend some more time with us, Hania. Everyone asks about you so much. I even made your favorite food for tonight.”
She put on her minimal makeup and finished it off with a coral pink lipstick. A color that was so her. That was the essential she has always had regardless of whether she had any time, on any day, to get ready or not. She remembered this day last year; how it was a great Eid being spent at home. And how her mom always had an annual get together with the extended family over, how she used to have fun and be herself. Priorities changed with time, and she grew up- maybe.
Hania turned around as she reached her white coat, with her name embroidered on it. With a calm, loving look, she held her mother by the shoulders. She looked into her weary brown eyes.
“Mom, I promise I will try my best to come home as early as I could.”
She donned on her coat, and straightened her shirt- and her posture too. She grabbed her handbag and phone and glided out of the doors.
“I love you, Ama!”
But she spelt love as work.
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