Falling For The Sister I Seek

Last Day In School

Daisy POV

When I got to the driver's quarter, I saw Mr Sam dejected and unhappy….. his face swear up like some one who had cried himself out throughout the night……. “Good morning sir”, he looked up to me and nodded, my madam said I should tell you she will be going out a few minutes from now, you should get the car ready….. “she should have just called, instead of disturbing you”, “she said she called but you didn't pick and I should also give you this”....... I handed him over the material and I remembered how he cheered me up when I was rounding up my papers in school… ….

As I was leaving home that very day to collect our reports in school, he came out and brought in with him a bouquet of flowers….. With my name written on the card and unique code spell SUCCESS… .. I was extremely happy and when I finished, I finished as one of the top students in the class. I guess the word success really works for me, I had lots of pictures taken from my friend's phone even though I don't know when I will collect them…..

The happiness of moving into a greater heights and better achievement got the better part of me. I have enjoyed lots of games and extra curricular activities in school that have made me popular from Daisy the goalkeeper to Daisy the dancer to Daisy the modelling…….. I enjoyed every bit of them all, wanting to use all those adventures to do well in life as I moved on to the next level…….

Everyone bid farewell as we go to our different houses….. My mood was high when I was parting with my best friend, Ola but the excitement that I will have enough to share with my aunt as I go home made my leg run faster as I entered the house…….

But my happiness soon faded off as I entered the house, everything was smelling of alcohol and vomit, the ground melted on me like a mud road, I slid in just for her not to notice me with the kind of anger I felt immediately……. All the happiness in me waxes off like shred candles, I begin to sob like a small child who just lost its new toy……

The woman I am supposed to share my happiness and joy with is here, dirty and smelling, my eyes red like fire as she carries the bottle of champagne in her hands, my cheek clenched with anger, my eyes hot but couldn't burn anything……

“Come here”, she commanded in her thick and loud voice, " you think I don't see you" , I saw you as you carried your bag inside gently: “what did you have there”?.

She asked in her alcoholic state, staggering as she tried to stand up on her vomit, her clothes wrapped with the chair’s leg, she shrugged as she tried to stand up but I moved back a bit not to let her hand touch me as I stood up to her like a carve………

“If you move back again, I will break this bottle on your head”, her mouth command smells of the common harlot home....... “Today is your day, and I am celebrating with you, instead of you joining me and appreciating me as your aunt performing the work of your wretched mother and stupid father who makes you an orphan even when your father is still alive”……..

She shouted audibly at me, I am used to it anyway all her words, hatred and bitterness she ferment on me almost everyday…..

“I am more grateful and appreciative that you are like my mother , wanted to share my big day with me but you could have allowed me to come back and we go to the park or restaurant together” my voice is small but audible and commanding………

“ Are you challenging me”? Where do you think I see money to buy things at the restaurant”?. Her words scatter as she speaks sometimes out of sense….. I borrowed this, I mean this wine where you will now work full time, now that you have finished high school, this is supposed to be your first payment…….. I mean part.

What!I was very furious, angry and bitter at the same time, “you mean you have traded my future for me already”……. All my dreams, ambitions, thoughts, my future……

“I have many that looked up to me when I was in school, some thought I would be a doctor, others said maybe engineer but as time went on they discovered I may be some world wide international modelling, artist or barrister…….. But where am I going to work? Maybe a brothel or hotel, maybe supermarket, I sat down on the chair, tears began to fall like raining water, no one to wipe my tears alone…….

The only person I have is a drunk asshole as an aunt…….

I raised my head and I saw the girl that used to stay with us temporarily until her mother came back home, Lucia…… She moved closer to me and asked me, "sis are you fine?”...... I cleaned my eyes with the handkerchief she brought, helped my aunt get up and go inside……… She had my body wet with vomit immediately I had her lay on the bed…….

Lucia was a young and intelligent girl who stayed with us until his father and mother came back….. Her parents are our neighbors and we try to accommodate her in our own little way…….. It was very disappointing seeing my aunt in such a state but little Lucia did not even look at that site at all…… But

Aunty Daisy, I have been waiting to see you when you come back so you can come and share all your exciting experiences in school today with me being your last day in high school…….. I nod gently, trying to swallow hard all my problems and give the girl a faint smile so she can know I am happy to tell her…….

“Go bring my bag first”, before she comes back I have cleared the vomit on the floor, making the sitting room a bit decent to stay in and gist…… I opened my bag and brought out things I was supposed to share with my aunt…. The prizes I won as the best in some subjects, the one I won as the most behaved girl in class, the one I won as the best dancer of all groups in school, the one I won as the best goalkeeper of schools in our environment, the one I won as the best modelling , I had present from almost all my teachers, they all look forward for my higher institutions and how great I will turn out………..

You are such a talented aunty Daisy, I will like to be like you when I grow up”, she said with so much happiness and joy under her unclear baby tone….. I pulled her closer and hugged her, thank you for sharing my success with me, you really make my day…… Tears begin to form on my eyelid but I hid it so the little girl will not get suspicion…….. It's okay aunty, I brought a little gift for you……

She brought out a long chain of sweets out of her bag and a drawing book…..She gave me all the long chain sweets and opened the drawing book and showed how she drew me so beautifully holding my certificate and present… . She tries to call it her own term……..

She handed them over to me like a teacher giving her students presents……. I burst into a handful of crying and laughing, I don't know which one comes out first…… I control my crying and carry Lucia up and around, shouting you are the best friend in the world……. Lucia was happy so I was. We shared the candy and played games. Lucia made me forget my sorrow and I didn't even think about my aunt for a moment until Lucia's mother came back home …. Then my night mare continued …….

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