Chance kept her promise and met up with her niece Minor. After a long warm hug, they sat down and Minor immediately started spluttering on about her mother Detail. She plainly doesn’t understand her anymore. She has become increasingly short-tempered and the most infuriating is that she seems to be able to listen to everybody else and give good advice, but not her own daughter. All her friends come flocking to her and pour their hearts out, but when it concerns her own daughter, she is incapable of listening, let alone understanding. She constantly pesters Minor to let go of Rob, the scoundrel.
“Mum, just doesn’t know Rob as I do” Minor said. “He has a heart of gold and he really loves me.” She showed this photograph and Chance agreed they look like a lovely couple. Then Minor went on to tell her aunt that Rob hadn’t had a good start in life. He is not entirely sure where he comes from, so there they have something in common: Minor doesn’t know her father. But unlike her, Rob just fell in with the wrong crowd. Yes, he has done some naughty things in the past, but he wants to change and she, Minor, is the one who can save him.
“Can’t you talk to Mum?” she beseeched her aunt in the end.
“Mhm, I would love to, but you know as well as I do, if I say something, the shit would really hit the fan. Wouldn’t it? This would infuriate Detail even more.”
“I don’t know what I should do. I am at my wits end” Minor said resignedly. “She just doesn’t want to see my point of view. Maybe I really should elope with Rob. That’s what he wants! Start a new life somewhere else, where nobody knows us.”
“No, you can’t run from your problems, Minor. It would break your mothers heart and it will take years to mend.”
“I don’t care!” Minor responded huffy. “She doesn’t love me anymore.”
“Now, that is not right. On the contrary, she loves you too much.”
“So, tell me, what shall I do then?”
“Whatever you do, don’t burn your bridges! And don’t deliberately hurt in anger. Maybe write a letter to your mother. Explain to her how you feel. She can read a letter in her own time and take in what you have to say.”
“A letter? You mean on paper?” Minor exclaimed… “Can’t I just send her a txt?”
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