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“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

Dad, I need to talk to you, announced Shameka. Honey, I’m really busy right now. Can it wait?” “Actually, Dad, it’s already waited for 13 years. I think we are way overdue for this conversation.” “Wait a minute,” responded Dad. “I really don’t like being talked to like that. What’s your problem?” “My problem is that I’m not getting any support from you and Mom,” Shameka yelled as she walked across the room and prepared to slam the door. “STOP RIGHT THERE, young lady. You will not talk to me that way and you will not walk away.” Dad paused and then calmly asked “Please, will you tell me what’s bothering you? Obviously, there’s something rather important. What do you mean that we don’t support you” “OK, Dad, I’m sorry,” apologized Shameka? It’s

"Em..." he pants. "Em, what is up with you? Why did you leave?" I don't say anything and look down at my shoes, noting that I was crying. "Emilie Nielsen, answer me. This isn't like you, Kultaseni." He cups my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Blue-gray eyes meet blue-green, and I break. "Because I didn't want you to hate me! I didn't want to ruin your career here in Boston by distracting you. I talked to Farrell and my contract ends Monday. Let me go, Rask. Its best for both of us." I try to push past him, but he holds me back. "Stop lying to me. You and I both know you can't possibly be a distraction because A: I love you and B: we're both always traveling. What's the real reason?" Sighing in defeat, I mumble"... Jag väntar." He sighs in exasperation. "You know I don't speak Swedish." "I'm expecting!" I blurt out. Tuukka's eyes widen. "Y-you don't mean expecting as in-" he stops when he sees the look on my face and takes a step back. "Voi hyvä jumala... You're... When?" I take a shaky breath and manage to wheeze out an answer. "Your birthday. I found out a couple days ago." Tuukka pulls me to his chest and laughs. "And you think I hate you for this?" I look up, extremely confused and look him in the eyes. "But-" "Never doubt my feelings for you. Rakastan sinua, Emilie and I always will." He then leans down and kisses me. I pull away first, placing my forehead against his. "Jag älskar dig." Tuukka kisses the top of my

“Why didn’t you come find me? Why didn’t you fight for me?” She asked, wiping my tears and letting her tears fall down her face until I wiped them again. “I did try, I tried every damn day up until my mother made me leave to go to college. I tried fighting for you but he, he threatened me, I sold my drum set’s for you. All four of them.” I whispered and she hugged me. “Alright, I need to go talk to my boss about letting me get the rest of the day off and having somebody serve us.” She said and she kissed me one more time. “Oooohhh I think they’re getting back togetherr” Caum sang and she replied with “Shut it asian boy.” and with that she went into a room and left Calum in a bad mood for the rest of the time we were

“Did you leave yet, he asked?” I said, “No, I’m still packing. My thoughts silently raced, as I quickly glanced around the room at the mess I had to clean up before I left in the morning. I exclaimed, “Love you, I have to go I can’t talk now; I want to get done here. The bond between a mother and a son filled my heart when he said, “I love you, mom, and I can’t wait to see you, please call me when you leave.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t do it anymore. You made me the happiest woman on Earth, and you were the world to me. For now, we must part ways, I’ll see you again soon, your loving wife…” I read aloud.”No!” I wailed, “Don’t be gone! Don’t leave me…” I held her close, unnoticing of the blood that now stained my shirt. All that was there was the feeling of my wife’s cold, limp body in my arms, and the hot tears that streamed down my face in rivers.

“Evelyn, sweetie,” she starts off. Uh oh, I haven’t heard Mom say either of those words in what seems like years. I can already tell they’re trying to sweet talk to me.”Your father and I have been talking,” she continues, “and we think it’s best for us… to…” she sighs. “We think we need to get a divorce.”

That living and loving strong was once her parents. They always stayed involved with each other trusting their love to carry them throughout their lives. They were so compassionate, communicative, and got through conflicts quietly and privately. They loved each other immensely. “Now to your temporary home, your loft will be ready for use tomorrow afternoon. I’ll meet you there after your shift is over.”

After the party, mummy and I leave for Windemere. We hold each other’s hand as we walk. I talk to her about how, once we leave Beechwood, I plan on getting a job, and focusing on my studies. She listens attentively. I say this because I know that this is what she wants to hear. Deep inside, I’m not certain of whether or not I intend on living like this. What I do know, however, is that this visit has changed me for the better, and right now, this is all that matters to

“Last night,” my Aunty regained her speech “we found a note… from Shaukat. In it he wrote that he was leaving. Running away to find a better life. Many times within the letter he apologised for, leaving you without a future husband and leaving his work behind. But he mentioned how his departure was for the best. Sorry child.”

“Urgh” I groaned still a bit tired “what do you want” I said through gritted teeth wishing I could just wallow in self-pity. “Are you Miss Santafye I’m here to talk about your parents will?” he said looking professional. I let him in the house “… here is their will now I’ve told you all the conditions for this situation please come to me in a weeks’ time to finalize the will” he walked himself out while I don’t move the only words my eyes are stuck on are “we leave you everything” burnt in my

Sigh, little sis, come on, I had even told you specifically to talk about your engagement with Qin Lie after breakfast. Yet you just didn’t want to listen. Second Aunt’s entire family was still at the table, you know, so how can it be comfortable for dad to talk about things like that?”

“Chi Chi, what are you planning to do tomorrow? Will you be gone during the daytime with Mom and Dad?” she asked, rolling onto her side to face me. “I’m not quite sure. I think Auntie will be taking me, Dad, Lynette, and Mom to the city for lunch tomorrow.” I replied. Her voice suddenly dropped and she slowly spoke. “Let me tell you something about your Auntie.” Her voice quivered with annoyance. “Your Auntie is a bad person. She’s lied and stolen from me over the past few years.” I wiggled uncomfortably on the mattress. What was she saying? Everything that Auntie has done to my family- driving our family places, taking us to expensive restaurants, treating me and Lynette to manicures- what was she talking about?

She had told us that his coming was very important and had warned my brother Enebi, and I to behave like well-mannered children. This warning was more directed at me, however. She said Uncle Joe would take me to Lagos if I seemed well behaved. She said I would live with his family and help his pregnant wife with some house chores. In return, Uncle Joe would send some money to her. She would use this money to pay Enebi’s school fees. We had stopped going to school when Papa died. I don’t really miss Papa. He owed almost everyone in the village money before he died and the burden of repaying his debts had fallen on Mama. We had sold almost all that we owned. We didn’t own much. Mama would often say that Papa ran away like a chicken, leaving us to sort out his problems.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want to go. All I want is for you to let me love you! You’re the one who 's stopping me. Cold shoulder, silent treatment and telling me to leave you alone… Are you surprised I’m getting mixed feelings? I want to love you… Fuck I do… but you make it so god damn hard.I’ve tried everything couples therapy, sex, starting conversation; I even asked my mother for advice…This is my last resort. Come to Madagascar with me.” I told her. She sank into her knees as I spoke.