Another Mother's Dilemma

Cleaning up the cluttered coffee-table that had been lying around messy, she raised her head and called-out her husband at a pitch higher than usual, “Honey! Could you please help Manu with the homework or whatever is it that she wants help with”.  

”Sorry Hon, I can’t. I have to prepare for meeting tomorrow”, she heard her husband speaking from far-off.

“No Mom, I don’t need dad’s help”, snipped a pesky 14-year old Manu.

 “I don’t understand sweetheart, 2 minutes ago you were shouting out my name to come help you”.

With a contemptuous grace on her face, Manu came out of room to yell at her mother “Could you for one second think of helping me and not ask Dad? There's no light in my room and I am still neck-deep in my homework"

Radha pulled herself back against the coffee table and nodded as if she was convincing her that that was not the worst of all the hurtful remarks she had heard. But, nonetheless it was no music to her ears. 

“Sure honey, I’ll be right with you. Give me two minutes”, said the hopeful mother with a fading hope of everything turning out to be alright.

“Mom, my shoes are missing. Why did you move them? Don’t touch them for God’s sake”, came Rohan’s voice in tandem. 

She always thought Rohan, her youngest was the one who loved her the most and could feel her pain. His was the only voice she hadn’t heard since morning and kind of hoped would be something refreshing to listen to. But, deep inside she knew that too was a hope long-lost.

“No honey, I haven’t moved them. Check wherever you kept them last.”

“So Mom, why can’t you just find them and keep them at their place?” , he retorted.

She tried to feign a smile but instead a tear rolled out of her eye. With the misty voice, she said, ”Yea Sweetie, I’ll be right there” pulling her hands out of the gauntlet and wiping-off the drop of tear she thought had already dried off. Looking at the big princess-cut rock on her finger, she gasped, “What happened?”. This was not what she gave up her successful life for. Just then, another voice contradicted,” Oh, what the heck! I love them.”

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This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response  using the following word/definition:

LIGHT (noun) = a source of light: as a celestial body, candle or an electric light

Also, for WriteOnEdge challenge to use the picture from above.