She watches on television as the Oscar goes to another BEST ACTRESS, BEST ACTOR. She watches them as they beam reaching for that "highest honor" thanking their parents and their religion their GOD in a superificiality only capable of being shown by the worst kinds of actors in the world, their kind. Actors acting as actors. The most superficial of actors and actress, people who sell their art and then receive awards for their cheap trade. Their stinking breath and their sultry moves, their slick and grease as they taint the televisions and screens imitating life, offering slices of "reality" and fantasy dishing them out as classic one liners people foolish enough to copy as if they were gold left in stream. She can almost feel the food moving against gravity up her gut as the actress, dabs her eyes, trying to keep that mascara intact, sniffles dramatically under the lights. Like some sleazy goddesses sold on the internet for repressed middle aged men. "I am so thankful for this..." she could bear those pursed and puny lips no longer, she turned off the television and tried to clear that picture of the tear rimmed, glistening and hopeful eyes upon that fake stage giving out honors like a cheap dirty gift as millions around the world gasp and feel a tug at their heartstrings as they watch that Talented beauty's heart brimming with gratitude. Her tearful eyes and pursed lips will be splashed across news frontpages, entertainments magazines all across the globe as people all partake of this. Spilling their saliva like their gossips into each others' soups during lunches.
"Daughter...oh.. my heart..get me my medicine...it is killing me. Oh. I can almost die right now."
Came the classic line of the ailing mother played almost to the faultless by her own mother. And her dutiful response to carry that medicine on a tray next to a glass of warm water right to her very bed as she watches in an agonized face imitated so well by that same sleazy actress to warrant her a global recognition. The perfect filial child.
"Oh dear, that is sweet of you.. Could you get me my supper too?" A weak rasping and then a groan followed.
She smiled as she has always smiled at her mother for the past thirty seven years, living day and night as the perfect filial daughter never denying her anything the dutiful child could provide. She lovingly took her mother's hand and told her in a gentle whisper
"Of course."
BEfore she left the room she could see the tear glistening at the corner of her mother's left eye just below the wrinkly and droppy eyelids where flesh crumpled.
In the kitchen, she saw the neighbors stroll past, husband and wife in each others' arms. A loving gaze at each other under the moon and star light, a peck on the cheeks and wifely giggle ensued. Then a meeting of eyes and neighborly waves and greetings exchanged. She could feel friendliness and warmth oozing out of her. Lightening up her very face and whole whole body is filled with that strange light of goodness. She can see the twinkle in her own eye through their own. She will exchange pointless information with them the next time they see each other, ask after their children and remember their birthdays. Attend their Christmas parties.
"My, isn't she a sweet one, looking after her mother like that. Such devotion." she could just hear them saying as they returned into their cosy little house.
She thought of Tom, and how he would one day propse to her with flowers in his hand. Maybe. And she would mime her shock and surprise. "Oh. Tom I never knew...I.." She would take her time to be speechless and maybe cry that she can finally play this part so well without a fault. Or she would descend into a deep depression spiralling till she could not even move when she tells him she already knows about his other girlfriend. She has seen her signs all over every time, and yet she has acted as if nothing has happened. She played her part well enough of ignorance and feigned happiness. She did not cry, beg him to change, she did not kill herself in a dramatic way that ACTRESS did. She went on as usual. Smiled at him as per normal, danced with him. Just as she is heating her mother's supper with her loving smile. Entering the room and giving her mother a loving kiss Goodnight.
She even switched off the lights in her mother's room lovingly, closing the door slowly as if her still moaning mother was already asleep and she did not want to wake her. As she walked past the hall mirror, she peered in, saw nothing but the greatest actress in the world.
"Daughter...oh.. my heart..get me my medicine...it is killing me. Oh. I can almost die right now."
Came the classic line of the ailing mother played almost to the faultless by her own mother. And her dutiful response to carry that medicine on a tray next to a glass of warm water right to her very bed as she watches in an agonized face imitated so well by that same sleazy actress to warrant her a global recognition. The perfect filial child.
"Oh dear, that is sweet of you.. Could you get me my supper too?" A weak rasping and then a groan followed.
She smiled as she has always smiled at her mother for the past thirty seven years, living day and night as the perfect filial daughter never denying her anything the dutiful child could provide. She lovingly took her mother's hand and told her in a gentle whisper
"Of course."
BEfore she left the room she could see the tear glistening at the corner of her mother's left eye just below the wrinkly and droppy eyelids where flesh crumpled.
In the kitchen, she saw the neighbors stroll past, husband and wife in each others' arms. A loving gaze at each other under the moon and star light, a peck on the cheeks and wifely giggle ensued. Then a meeting of eyes and neighborly waves and greetings exchanged. She could feel friendliness and warmth oozing out of her. Lightening up her very face and whole whole body is filled with that strange light of goodness. She can see the twinkle in her own eye through their own. She will exchange pointless information with them the next time they see each other, ask after their children and remember their birthdays. Attend their Christmas parties.
"My, isn't she a sweet one, looking after her mother like that. Such devotion." she could just hear them saying as they returned into their cosy little house.
She thought of Tom, and how he would one day propse to her with flowers in his hand. Maybe. And she would mime her shock and surprise. "Oh. Tom I never knew...I.." She would take her time to be speechless and maybe cry that she can finally play this part so well without a fault. Or she would descend into a deep depression spiralling till she could not even move when she tells him she already knows about his other girlfriend. She has seen her signs all over every time, and yet she has acted as if nothing has happened. She played her part well enough of ignorance and feigned happiness. She did not cry, beg him to change, she did not kill herself in a dramatic way that ACTRESS did. She went on as usual. Smiled at him as per normal, danced with him. Just as she is heating her mother's supper with her loving smile. Entering the room and giving her mother a loving kiss Goodnight.
She even switched off the lights in her mother's room lovingly, closing the door slowly as if her still moaning mother was already asleep and she did not want to wake her. As she walked past the hall mirror, she peered in, saw nothing but the greatest actress in the world.
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