Chapter two
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SANDRA'S POV.
“Rise and Shine baby girl.”
“Mom, please stop calling me that. I'm no longer a child. I am a 28 years old mom.
“I know my angel that you're 27, but no matter how old you are, you'll still be my baby”
“Esther, will you stop all these? Stop calling her that.” He interrupted.
“It's because you're calling her a baby that she has refused to marry. She has refused to bring a man home.”
“Huh! Whatever dad. You're just so jealous that Mom is giving me more attention than you. I said and pouted.
My father ignored me as he came closer and dragged my mom gently to himself.
I took my bath immediately after my parents left my room and packed my bag. For the past 10 years, this has been what I've been doing, going to school and still coming back to visit them but this time around, I was dressing for work.
My father remarried three years after I left for school. I now have a caring and caring step-mother and an over-defensive brother who's just eight but behaves and speaks like an adult.
“Good morning sis. Mom said I should tell you that breakfast is ready.”
“Oh! Little boo.. I'll be out right away.”
We made our way to the dining room, and Mom was busy dishing food while Father was busy typing. I sat close to my mom and started remembering a whole lot of things.
I remembered a few years ago when we had little or nothing to eat. We hardly ate three square meals.
Now the story is different.
I am a graduate of Journalism from one of the prestigious universities in New York. As soon as I graduated, I got a job in one of the popular Media Group where I'll be working very soon. My dad now owns a big barbing company, and my mother is now a baker. I love my family, and the progress I am seeing thus far.
“Angel, you're not eating your food. Don't you like the food?” My mom questioned calmly.
“Come on, Mom. Don't be sad. I love the food. Was just reminiscing on a lot of things.”
“Please forget those things and eat, my angel,” she said, and her words were so soothing.
“You'll be leaving for New York tomorrow. Don't forget all that we've talked about.” My dad reminded me.
“Yes, Dad.”
What my dad and I talked about was marriage. He said I was getting old and should bring a man to him that will be my husband.
“Stop rushing the girl, King so that she don't enter the wrong hands. At the right time, she'll get married to her own husband.” My mom said, defending me.
The phone ringing interrupted whatever I wanted to add to what my mother had said to my dad. So I rushed out to take the call.
“Hello, beautiful damsel.” I excitedly said when I saw it was my best friend calling.
“Hi, baby,” Sophia responded, her voice laced with joy.
“Please, you'll need to come into New York on time as you'll be assisting me to get things for my wedding ready.”
I took a deep breath.
“Sure, I'll. What are friends for?” I said and she hung up the call after asking about my family.
The whole wedding thing was making me feel somewhat. I was not jealous of my friend's wedding, but I also wanted the same for myself and wondered when that would be possible.
Immediately, I walked back to the breakfast table and smiled at my stepmother. I love the way she defends inside and outside. It makes me miss my mother more.
“Dad, I'll be leaving for the airport soon. I have a lot of things to attend to. I had to get myself ready for the resumption of work and also have time to shop for Sophia's wedding.”
“As you're going to shop for her wedding, shop for a man for yourself.” My dad sarcastically said Get to me.
Sometimes I wonder what goes through my dad's mind when he talks about me having a man. He doesn't care whether I am in a relationship or whether I am fine; all he keeps talking about is men.
“I'll shop for a man for you so that you'll be happy and let me breathe.”
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