Monday came and Monday went.
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Bzzzzz....!
I threw my duvets out of my head and immediately felt a stab of pain on my hips. For all the cake wiping yesterday...I muttered angrily. Maryam sleeps soundly beside me and at first thought, I wanted to grab her and warn her never to do it again, but looking at her angelic face, I thought twice.
I unwrapped myself lazily and crawled into the toilet and gets shocked at how ugly I look in the mirror.Really, it's something I get everyday. I just can't deal with the fact I'm NOT Jessica Alba. Still hearing that irritating Bzzz! from my alarm clock, I went and switched it off and returned to the bathroom again. As the toothbrush ran over my teeth, I thought about what to wear today.
Today's Tuesday, my long awaited 24 hour wait, and I had to wear something decent, sweet, yet almost alluring. Something, that's going to make Adam go, "Whoa". I had to at least apply lip gloss. And I had to bring change in case my over-sweating issues take place. And it will humiliate me to pieces!
So hurriedly, as I realized I was a little late (thanks for daydreaming while brushing my teeth for like the thousandth time), I ransacked my whole closet. And I found the perfect match that fit my criteria: Old Navy Faded Jeans, I LOVE MJ T-Shirt with his flawless silhouette and a matching glittery belt. And I brought on an olive colored sleeveless tank top, just in case. I stuffed it all in my bag and rushed down while Maryam starts waking up.
"Hey Mum and Dad!" I walked around them and hugged them in unison. "How're y'all doing, folks? I feel great, awesome!"
I released them hesitantly and they land the back of their hands on my forehead. Once again, I slapped them away.
"I'm alright! Geez, just hand me my breakfast."
"What do you want?" Mum said, wrapped in her purple robe and sipping her cup of hot Ovaltine. She blew it for a while and continued sipping, her eyes closed and enjoyed every moment of it. Beware: Ovaltine is hazardous, especially for adults who are over stressed with work.
"I need Cheerios."
"How're you dealing with MJ's death?" Dad probed, grabbing a chair from nearby and putting it next to my seat, as I sank down slowly.
I silenced for a while. "It's been approximately a month, Dad. Why're you asking me now?"
His eyes studied me carefully. "I just...don't have time to talk to you, you know?"
Mum and I stopped doing everything. Mum turns around and shoots me a concerned look and I, in turn, looks at dad with incomprehensing eyes. "Uhm, well, I'm still very saddened. Trust me as I say that...but I'm sure Mikey's in a better place now." I tried to smile at that, but my eyes begin to well up. I missed him, and though his legacy will live on forever, I still have this enormous rock in my soul, threathening me with remorse.
"Thanks for telling me about him...I feel awful for not noticing how nice he was. Now that he's gone, I think people like me starts to really know, and he was a lovely being." Then, I laughed. "He'll be moonwalking with God up there."
Dad gave me an assuring smile. "I'm sure he will."
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Bzzzzz....!
I threw my duvets out of my head and immediately felt a stab of pain on my hips. For all the cake wiping yesterday...I muttered angrily. Maryam sleeps soundly beside me and at first thought, I wanted to grab her and warn her never to do it again, but looking at her angelic face, I thought twice.
I unwrapped myself lazily and crawled into the toilet and gets shocked at how ugly I look in the mirror.Really, it's something I get everyday. I just can't deal with the fact I'm NOT Jessica Alba. Still hearing that irritating Bzzz! from my alarm clock, I went and switched it off and returned to the bathroom again. As the toothbrush ran over my teeth, I thought about what to wear today.
Today's Tuesday, my long awaited 24 hour wait, and I had to wear something decent, sweet, yet almost alluring. Something, that's going to make Adam go, "Whoa". I had to at least apply lip gloss. And I had to bring change in case my over-sweating issues take place. And it will humiliate me to pieces!
So hurriedly, as I realized I was a little late (thanks for daydreaming while brushing my teeth for like the thousandth time), I ransacked my whole closet. And I found the perfect match that fit my criteria: Old Navy Faded Jeans, I LOVE MJ T-Shirt with his flawless silhouette and a matching glittery belt. And I brought on an olive colored sleeveless tank top, just in case. I stuffed it all in my bag and rushed down while Maryam starts waking up.
"Hey Mum and Dad!" I walked around them and hugged them in unison. "How're y'all doing, folks? I feel great, awesome!"
I released them hesitantly and they land the back of their hands on my forehead. Once again, I slapped them away.
"I'm alright! Geez, just hand me my breakfast."
"What do you want?" Mum said, wrapped in her purple robe and sipping her cup of hot Ovaltine. She blew it for a while and continued sipping, her eyes closed and enjoyed every moment of it. Beware: Ovaltine is hazardous, especially for adults who are over stressed with work.
"I need Cheerios."
"How're you dealing with MJ's death?" Dad probed, grabbing a chair from nearby and putting it next to my seat, as I sank down slowly.
I silenced for a while. "It's been approximately a month, Dad. Why're you asking me now?"
His eyes studied me carefully. "I just...don't have time to talk to you, you know?"
Mum and I stopped doing everything. Mum turns around and shoots me a concerned look and I, in turn, looks at dad with incomprehensing eyes. "Uhm, well, I'm still very saddened. Trust me as I say that...but I'm sure Mikey's in a better place now." I tried to smile at that, but my eyes begin to well up. I missed him, and though his legacy will live on forever, I still have this enormous rock in my soul, threathening me with remorse.
"Thanks for telling me about him...I feel awful for not noticing how nice he was. Now that he's gone, I think people like me starts to really know, and he was a lovely being." Then, I laughed. "He'll be moonwalking with God up there."
Dad gave me an assuring smile. "I'm sure he will."
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