Mortals

Blissful or Too full

It was a calm Sunny Sunday morning in Breezeway, or at least that's how my parent's wanted it with their sound proof- everything.

Most people were probably on their way to church. But for me and my family, who claim to be devoted Christians, were in our living room trying to take the perfect family photo, with some strange looking middle aged guy, with an outfit that spells "Life has dealt with me." Holding up a huge looking camera that was looking like it was stolen from the 90s- At my Dad, Mom and some girl that i try to believe to be my sister, who doesn't ever act quite like it.

"Debbie, go get your sister." I heard mom's words echo through the corridors.

"Uh!" My obnoxious sister grumbles in response. "She's not a child mom.

She'll be here." She added.

"She's nine Debra, go get her!" Mom ordered again.

"Uh." Debra groans furiously again, but this time she began stumping off towards my room.

"What are you still doing in there? Weirdo." I heard her yell from the entrance of my door. Which I had intentionally left agap.

"Combing my hair!" I replied, "I'll be down in a sec."

"Well the photographer can't wait for a sec doof. He probably got other things to do, being the best in this city.

And even if he doesn't, I'm sure he doesn't plan to spend his weekend trapped in our boring house." She complains, remaining at the entrance without coming in.

"I thought its the beginning of a week." I replied jokingly.

"Who cares the F**k about that.

Just get your a** out Joyce." She added, in a lower tone than she was initially using. It's probably cause I'm sure her mom. I mean mom- Wouldn't appreciate her using cursives.

"Done!" I said stepping out to where she was.

"Were you even doing anything in there? You're still dressed the same way as you were before you stepped in there." She said, looking down at me, in my matching colorful flowery track suit, and blue sneakers, that I had on since breakfast.

"I needed to put on a little lip balm, and dust my sneakers. There was this little dust bunny that got stock on it from under the dinning table this morning." I replied defensively.

"I hate you." She concluded, storming back into the living room.

"I hate you." I mimicked following her.

Soon, we were all together, in smiles as always. Holding one another. At least until the picture gets taken, then we'd all return to our usual lives.

"Smile." Mom says playfully. Then we all smiled.

"Perfect." The photographer said taking the picture.

He took a couple more, then said, "That should do it."

"Finally." Debra yells in relief to that. Then she stormed off again towards her destiny- I mean her room. Which is technically her destiny cause she spends most of her life there. And I stormed off to continue destroying the leftover icing from the cake we had this morning.

Dad didn't really like that outburst of hers. It was written all over his for the first time risen out of his phone face.

"I'll go talk to her." Mom said to my Dad, before heading off to Debra's room. Which I know is probably to scold or caution her.

"Please do." Dad said, returning his gaze back to his phone screen. "Let's discuss payments in my office Mr Miller." Dad added to the photographer. .

Bianca's POV

It's been a few years since my marriage to- the- David Anderson. But things hasn't really been as blissful as I imagined it to be.

I mean it's natural for a rich guy, with multiple businesses in different regions to be busy. But I didn't think it meant him being unavailable all the time and all he does is provide for his family and expect everything to be well, without even trying to contribute anything. Again, aside for money.

Then there's my stubborn daughter, who although is almost in her final stage in college, still acts like a teenager going through a growth sprout.

I know it's hard on her that I got married again after leaving her father. But he left us first, going after an old woman who is old enough to be his mother.

I could at least understand the ones who go for younger ladies. But he, who I had been with for the most of my life, (since we had known each other from a very young age, and married as soon as we got to the ripe age to.) and I thought i knew so well. Preferred an old sloppy looking lady to me, or at least women of his age.

I'm still very much grateful to God though, since thanks to him I met this super billionaire who fell in love with me. Even with my child factor and everything, who couldn't even wait a full month from our courtship to get married to me. Who is also quite a gentleman and very understanding. Although, I've been missing that side of him since after our wedding, and he returned to working. But I'll deal with that factor later. Right now, I've to put on my mother's jeans again to scold that teenager of mine. "Honey, why did you leave like that?" I said sitting next to her.

"Why did I leave like that?" She repeated as if confused by my question. "Isn't it obvious. I'm tired of having to celebrate my birthday with her. After all, we weren't born the same day. I have my birth date she has hers." She replies bashfully.

"And why are you even here? Acting like you care?" She added arrogantly.

"Go back down and have fun with your daughter and your husband." She concluded returning back to what she was doing. Which is playing with her phone by the way.

As much as I hate to see my daughter hurt on her birthday. There's no way I'm letting her talk to me like she's the one with the authority here.

"You know very well that we celebrate your birthdays together because yours always falls on working days and on school days." I yelled back, which got the air even more intense. So, I tried to calm down by letting out deep breaths. I adjusted myself a bit then continued, "Plus, together it's bigger and more fun.

We've been doing it this way for a couple of years now. Why the sudden change of heart?

You used to love it."

"Well, i was just doing that to make you happy. But I'm done, I just can't with those guys anymore. Plus, it stopped being fun from the moment you restricted me from inviting my friends." She replied.

"They destroyed almost everything in the living room that was worth more than my salary in (Fifty)50 years." I reminded.

Perhaps she had forgotten.

I'm still glad i was able to get David to succumb to the restriction stuff. He planned to use her tuition fee to replace them. He might've apologized saying he said it rashly out of anger, but he did say it.

"Well, he's a billionaire. He shouldn't be affected by something so little, and he's not my father. Stop calling him that." She concluded turning away.

"You know what. It's fine.

You no longer want to celebrate your birthday with your sister-"

"Not my sister." She intruded.

"With Joy." I continued, trying to hold back my frustration. "Then don't. Better now?" I asked frustratingly.

"A little." She replied, returning to her phone.

"So, come back down then. Everyone's waiting." I added pleadingly.

"Go ahead, I'll be there." She replied.

"Okay, love you." I added getting up, and heading towards the exit.

"Love you too mom." She replied.

Yey! I nailed the mother thing. .

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Mom returned with Debra, who seemed like she was wearing a forced out smile.

Which made the rest of our extended family cheer in excitement. Oh, wait did I not make it clear enough. My hole family were here.

"Come in here birthday girl!" She yelled, rushing towards me. Then she suddenly pulled me into a hug.

"Uh huh." The rest of our extended family squealed, touched by that moment of fakery.

Also, it's my birthday, but we celebrate it together, cause of some reason. But I don't mind. I'm not really drawn to crowd and attention, so her presence makes it a little less traumatic.

"Dweeb club. We aren't gonna be birthday mates anymore." She whispered in my ears as she hugged me.

"Dweeb?" I repeated confusingly.

And just like that, my only remedy expired...

Now, that's that.

Let's get to the main program.

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Continue reading to know what happens next.

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To Be Continued...