Avaricious witch strikes my aged mother-True horror in Paris part 37

My full profile, if it was ever disclosed, would reveal all sorts of minority groups starting with my gender and race. Throughout my life, I have been harassed on many levels, but I lacked the stomach and power to carry out revenge.  This was a blessing in disguise because retribution eventually manifested itself which inspired me to share on this blog.  I quote many others before me that ‘True horror is hidden within man’.


As the restaurant from Hell was closed, for the time being, I decided to have my mother flown in from Japan.  I should have done so sooner considering her advanced age, her fragileness precipitated by four operations.   February was not exactly the ideal month for a visit, but I did not want to repeat the same mistake I made with my late father who missed out because of Mr. PRIDE.  My mother must come and see Paris and this city is mesmerizing at any time of the year.  I anticipated having finished the painting for Mme. HARMONY in the month of January, but she had to go away.  I hoped that she would not return while my mother was in Paris. 

Oh, but Mme. HARMONY did.  She ordered me to resume the painting of her apartment because her friends were coming to stay in 2 months.  I explained that my mother would be with me for just another 10 days.  There would be plenty of time before her guest arrived in April.  But non, Mme. HARMONY was going away on holiday in March and she could not fully relax and enjoy it if her apartment was not done.  She was going away with her grandson and I should know the importance of family.  I wrote to her that my mother was my family too and this was probably going to be her last chance to see Europe if her pending eye operation was not successful.  Mme. HARMONY completely ignored this and still insisted on her demands. 

To her, the family of Immigrants clearly came secondary to her family.  I could not abandon my mother, but then she fell ill.  She told me to go fulfill my promise while she rested.  I knew my mother’s keen sense of obligation would suffer if I broke any promise, so I sadly went up the stairs to Mme. HARMONY’s apartment on the top floor.  The hyena looked satisfied that her free help came.  She stayed around for a while to give me tons of instruction and turned off the heater before she left.  She told me not to use the heater lest I break it.  Needless to say, Mme. HARMONY had no words of sympathy for my mother who had fallen ill.   

I was applying the third coat of paint on her walls when Mme. HARMONY returned.  At this stage, I had put in another three full days of work.  My arms were feeling sore which did not stop even during the night.  I asked Mme. HARMONY for a break promising her to do more later, but she pretended not to have understood my French.   So I asked to use her toilet knowing she would refuse.  She told me to go downstairs to use mine as usual.  

I was having a moment of rest in my apartment when Mme. HARMONY banged on my door, so loudly that woke my sick mother up.  Mme. HARMONY had come to fetch me so that I would resume painting.  But she did not forget to use my toilet as well.  Economizing on toilet paper was more important than the health of an aged immigrant to Mme. HARMONY.  What a crass vulgar woman. 

I continued to finish the painting, but chill air made me numb, body and mind.  The amount of labour she threw upon me may have done less damage had Mme. HARMONY allowed me to turn her heater on during the cold winter months.   Anyhow, I finally finished the job.  The cold water numbed my wrist for the last time.  I said ‘last’ because the tap snapped as I turned it.  I realized with horror that I had broken Mme. HARMONY’s tap and the mobility of my wrist were gone.   

Mirror that reflects your soul

With my left hand only I emailed Mme. HARMONY to apologize for having broken her tap.  I offered to replace it as soon as I could, but first I needed to accompany my mother because she was too fragile to travel alone.  I managed by tipping whoever was willing to carry our luggage because my wrist had lost its mobility.  Once on the plane, my mother started to cry and blamed her for my injury.  It did not make sense, but she revealed that she was feeling better after three days of rest, but she pretended to be still ill so that I would leave her to fulfill the promise I made to Mme. HARMONY to paint her apartment.   

My mother had sized up Mme. HARMONY to be a shameless character who would spread slander about me if she did not get what she wanted.  My mother was worried that her slander may ruin my chance of befriending other decent neighbors, so she chose to sacrifice her last chance to see France and stayed alone in my room.   Little did she imagine that Mme. HARMONY would be so avaricious that she would abuse me to the point my wrist would snap in the cold chilly apartment.  Soon both my mother and I were crying in the plane bound for Japan.   

Our misery was not over.  When I landed in Kamakura and turned on my computer, a message had come from Mme. HARMONY sending me a bill for a new tap, more expensive than her old one, and the installation fee.