Peter was under the cover, watching from the crack what was happening. After the hand had silenced the alarm, he heard foot stops, then the sound of pulling curtains. The hand got close, grabbed the tip of the cover. Then, it peeled him off it. A huge amount of sunlight cuddled him. He rubbed his eyes which grew wider as they met the face of a strange woman.
The woman seemed to be in her thirties. Her body was moderately rich with flesh. Brown wavy locks of hair branched from her head down to her shoulders. Her face was plump with a thick nose, rounded eyes, and freckles sprinkled on her cheeks.
"Good morning, Peter! I know I am being disturbing, but your mother asked me to wake you up," She said nicely.
“Who are you?” He wondered.
“I am the new housemaid. Now, get up lazy boy!” She replayed, keeping that nice tone.
“Where is mama?” He asked.
“She is lying on the coach,” She answered while tidying up his room.
“Why? What’s wrong with mama?” Peter asked again, remembering that his mother wasn’t fine last night; the night which holds the same date of his father’s death.
“She’s fine. It’s just that she didn’t sleep well. You are asking too much, dear! I think it’s time for breakfast. You should eat well. Your pretty face is yellow, and you’re skinny,” She said advising.
She didn’t act like a housemaid. She seemed to be an extension to the family in her caring words.
He headed for the sitting room, and made sure his mother was there.
Shelton wasn’t asleep; she just kept her eyes closed, keeping them from the burn which she felt as the air touched them. Their redness told she hadn’t slept for hours.
“Son! Are you okay?” She said when she opened her eyes and found that he was gazing at her.
“Good morning, mum! I am okay. What about you?”
“I am absolutely fine,” She lied.
“I’ll help you get ready,” She continued, trying to act normally.
An hour passed by. Peter had his breakfast, got dressed and gave a kiss to his mother. At that moment, the housemaid was moping the floor, but the weird conversation between the mother and the son caught her attention.
“Don’t go to places that you don’t know. Don’t go to your friends’ houses. Don’t go to any other place but your school. Don’t change your road. If you want to play, stay around here, but I think the house is a better place than the unknown world out there,” Shelton alerted Peter.
Sincere "okays" were his answers.
He closed the door, and went to school, weighted with cautions.