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chapter five
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2020-05-13 18:57:27When Iris arrived at her doorstep, the sky was dark and the streets were quiet, with only the dim lamps lighting up a certain spot on the road. She quickly opened the door and stepped over the threshold, the silence and cold giving way for the boisterous sounds and warmth of her family.
There really was nowhere like home.
She could hear her mother in the kitchen, pots, and pans rattling as she finished cooking. The sounds of the TV echoed a sports channel, overlapping with the voices of her father and younger brother, Charlie. Probably discussing their day or bonding about men tackling each other for a ball.
Whatever works for them.
Iris decided to greet her mother first and walked towards the kitchen. Entering, she saw her mother's back was facing her and her purse was near Iris. Quickly, quietly, she snuck what she had made in tips into her mother's wallet. She did this every night while keeping her monthly pay. When she first offered to help her parents financially, her mother nearly had a heart attack, ranting about 'how it was their responsibility to take care of the household' and that Iris should be 'focusing on school and the scholarship to work for a better future than what they can offer'. After that debacle, she just started sneaking her daily tips into her mother' s wallet. Though, Iris was sure that her mother knew.
“Hey, mom," she said, kissing her mom on the cheek and walked to the aging fridge to grab a bottle of water.
“Hi, sweetie," her mother replied, still focusing on the food on the stove. "How was your day? Learn anything new, did you?”
“Same old, same old. Exhausting. Stifling.”
“Sweetie," she turned to face her daughter. "Are you having problems at the Academy? I know you are not struggling with the work, but-”
“But nothing, mom," Iris intercepted, "There is nothing wrong. Just getting used to a new school. It is totally different than what I'm used to. That is all. I promise”
She said this without looking in her mother's eyes. She knew that if she did, her mother would see right through her. Iris never could lie to her mom, especially while maintaining eye contact.
Before her mother could call her out, Iris said, "I have a lot of homework I need to get done. So I am gonna get started on that.”
“Oh, okay. Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes.”
Iris went to her room, shouting, “Hey dad, hello younger sibling!" as she passed the living room.
Her dad returned the greeting and her brother grunted. Iris assumed he was as happy to see her as she was to see him.
In her room, Iris dropped her backpack of bricks the school disguised as books and fell face-first on her bed, smothering her face in her pillows. Her bedroom was really small, just enough space for her single bed, a work desk, a bookcase built on the wall, and a closet. Her desk was cluttered with essays and assignments she was working on and her bookcase seemed to be bursting with second-hand books. Thankfully, her closet was built into the walls.
Groaning, she gave up on suffocating on her pillows and unpacked her bag. She hanged her school uniform on the designated hanger. Throwing her school books onto the bed, she quickly finished the remaining Maths homework she had left, before reading and editing her History essay before saving into the USB she bought just for school. Her mother called just as she was done.
She entered the dining room just as her brother finished setting the table. Iris could not help but smile; she may think her brother is a slug, but she can admit that he was a gentleman at his core. Her mother brought the last of the food out before they all sat down.
As she took her dad's rough and calloused hand in one of hers and her mother's soft and warm one in the other, Iris felt the anger and stress of the day wash away. She kicked her brother under the table as he started to pray, and could not help but feel that there was nowhere she would rather be.
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