Simply Love

part 3

Mom: My darling, get up, we have to leave in 10 minutes. Get ready and put on a skirt and a blouse.

Me: Mom, I'm still sleepy, please let me sleep for 5 minutes.

Mom: Hurry up, we don't have time to waste. Get up, Oyami, otherwise we'll be late. Are you getting up or not?

Me: Ugh! I'm so tired.

I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and got ready. And I wore what my mother told me to wear, of course.

Me: A blouse, a skirt, and my sneakers, as usual. I feel more comfortable in them, and I like them.

My mother and I took the bus, and we were only on it for two hours, and I was so sore all over that I sat down.

Mom: We're here, get out.

Me: Wow!! No way, I must be dreaming. This can't be happening, Mom, where are we??

It's magnificent! There's a huge house, so big that my whole family could live in it. Oh my god, I feel like I'm in a dream.

Mom: You-you're listening, my daughter. You're behaving well and speaking kindly. From now on, my daughter, you're going to stay here.

Me: What?? Mom, what are you talking about? You can't be serious. No, I don't even know who lives here. How can you say that, Mom? And you, Dad, and my little sister? I didn't even see them this morning.

Mom, please don't do this to me. The house is big, yes, I feel like I'm dreaming, but no, no, no, Mom.

Mom: My daughter, I'm doing all this for you. I love you, and don't worry about your sister and your father. I'll talk to them. But you listen to me, okay? Do what I said. Come, follow me.

Me: Oh, Mom, no, please! I was in tears because I didn't understand why my mother was acting this way. She took me inside. I sat down on a sofa.

And my mother was talking to a man at the end of the hallway. I couldn't even see his face because the house was so big. Suddenly, the person approached me, and it was a very well-dressed old man.

Mom: There you go. From now on, you take care of this man, okay, my dear? He'll tell you what to do. You'll see that everything will be better.

Me: Nothing will be better, Mom. Ugh!

Mom: This man is your grandfather, okay my darling, I want him!!

Me: No, Mommy!

Grandpa: Come, my daughter, your mother does all this for you, she loves you. Go to your room. Mirinda will show you where your room is.

Mirinda: Come here, miss.

Me: This is my room.

Mirinda: Yes, miss, this is your room, and the room next door is occupied by this gentleman.

Me: Which gentleman?

Mirinda: The old man you saw downstairs. I mean Mr. Valente.

Me: Okay, thank you very much, Mirinda