Lemon Tea Part 2

Disappointed and rather exasperated with their motions, the Penguin started to lose focus and motivation in her everyday routine. She wasn't much up to looking forward to a day that would end with her feeling as small as a mite next to her idols' lectures of commitment and what-should-you-be-doing talks at the knock on her front door.

But she loved them too dearly to push them away from visiting her and plus, loving someone is all about sacrifices. If she had deny them from visiting her, it's like taking the easy way out. And the Little Penguin never takes the easy way out.

So she decided to confront them.

As usual, the Baroness came and visited the Penguin, along with her daughter of course. They entered and had tea.

Then as predicted; the mention of switching passions. But unfortunately, what the Penguin thought would be a rational and problem-solving discussion turned to an ugly mess. The Baroness accused her of being far too narrow minded and that she will definitely regret leaving her tea making hobby. It turns out the Baroness herself has felt that regret.

Peacocks were born royalties and as a result of their high ranking status in society, they had a strict upbringing. The Baroness herself had an interest in tea making and often requested to make it her specialty. But this notion was denied by her father, who insisted that making tea was not for the likes of them but rather for the common folk. Sad and disappointed, the Baroness pushed her emotions deep under and never spoke of it again.

And everytime she frequent the Penguin's Cafe, she's often filled with nostalgia and a sense of content with the sip of that tea. And because she was so close to the Little Penguin, it was as if she, in her own way, achieved what she has always dream to do.

But with her switch in priorities, the Baroness felt that same pang of regret overwhelming her once again. As if she was denied of her dream all over again. She was forced to count her misfortunes again and again.

The Little Penguin didn't seem to grasp that particular frustration that the Baroness held against her. The Society now is no longer divided into ranks as it was before. The Aristocrats and the Common Folks now can mingle and socialize. What both sides had with restrictions no longer exists. Why didn't the Baroness simply pick up tea making now? After all, one is never too late to learn. That was something the Baroness told the Penguin herself over and over.

But her plea fell on deaf ears.

"You will look back when you're older and you will wish you didn't do this."

"Maybe, but it is a risk I was willing to take with this choice."

"Mark my words. You'll end up like I said you would. Like me!"

......... futile.

"But I'm not you." was what the Penguin thought of replying. But saying that probably wouldn't have made a difference.

The Baroness left in a huff. Disatisfied that her argument didn't reach its destination and even had setbacks in form of the Penguin's replies. She slammed the door behind her with a loud thump. Her daughter trailing not far behind her.

The Penguin was left with feelings of disappointment and sadness. Disappointment that the Baroness refused to listen to her opinions or even take them into consideration. Sadness for having the one person she looked up to since her childhood to think so little of her abilities and her self-worth.

Quietly in the silence of the night, the Little Penguin cried bitter tears. Tears no one saw and sobs that no one heard filled her little home as she wept alone.