Doubt

I asked, the words pushing out raw, direct and my voice trembling, questions which revolved and always on my mind since we were in the empire, my gaze locking onto hers like a challenge, unblinking as I looked straight at her. "What kind of question is that? Why are you asking me? Of course you are my daughter who was carried inside my womb for nine months. You can ask everyone, and what makes you ask that foolish question, don't get me angry this morning," she said, her words slicing out sharp like a whip, face flushing hot with fury, eyes blazing at me. I think she is really my mother if her words were a lie, her expression and body language scream the truth; anger like that can't be faked. I was watching her every move, saw the fire in her eyes, the tight set of her jaw she was confident, angry at me for doubting, her emotions raw and real like a slap. "Am sorry mom, I should not have asked and know one provoke or said anything to me, It was me overthinking am sorry," I said, wo