GOLDEN ART

CHAPTER 1 : THE BEGINNING

A beautiful sight, isn't it my Angel?" dad beams a smile at me waiting for my response I looked at my mum who was baking with flour on her face and chuckled at the sight and said "Indeed papa a beautiful sight indeed" Mum looked at our direction and threw the wooden spoon at me and sighed. Laughing and shaking her head, all she could say was, "Like father like daughter, what would I do yo you Matilda?" I laughed and followed Papa up to the Libary . Papa is a poet, and I want to be just like him when I grow up, but he always says, " You would surpass me, my Angel".

My family was my everything I lived every girls dream I had a good relationship with both mum and dad I was a daddy's girl and a mummy's pest , I had a boyfriend approved of both parents it's our third year now and I have the perfect friend group I try my best not to get on their nerves I could be quite annoying.

Oh, lest I forget my name is Matilda Chriss, an African American, the only child of my parents, aka spoilt brat. I'm 5'2 "in height, and if I must say I am curved perfectly in every angle . like I said before, I'm every girls dream. I have everything a girl could ever want a comfortable home , a perfect boyfriend, and a happy friend group.

Dad being a poet worked from home he has his personal Libary the only time I get to go in there is when I'm called or when I really want to read a book , dad's libary is always covered with classic poems,literature and novels also African history, call me nerdy but I really get comfort by smeeling the old book smell and new ones i also love being in my papa's space, dad wasn't always home though I never knew what work he did that kept him out but I only got to see him during Christmas not until my 11th grade in high school I came home and I saw my dad looking haggard and tired. Well, this wasn't an unusual look, but what was unusual was he was home and that too at noon time ,he only came home during the night time . I didn't question. I just ran over to him and hoped on his back happily. I realised dad stayed home more than usual, and it occurred to me that I was going to be seeing more of my papa.

Mum on the other hand is a nurse sometimes I do wonder why she works, papa makes sure we have everything and anything, but I understand her tho she must be bored being alone at home and he barely has any friends in the neighbourhood well you guessed right it's because she's black? well mum doesn't care though. she works in an elderly home noon shifts since I can't be trusted to stay home alone (chill, I'm not suicidal I just tend to be destructive in the kitchen?).

I love going with mum to her job place. I get to make people happy, and it makes me feel happy as well. Getting to make people smile has been a gift that I want to share properly. It shows that I'm loved correctly, right?

Well, everything was perfect. I loved every moment I had with my parents, and dad was in attendance for my prom ,graduation, and every other thing. He fulfilled everything he was supposed to as a father. I went through every episode with pops ,being protected ,boy issues, gossips and college acceptance celebration (an agonising week).

Everything I mean everthing was perfect but lessons must be learnt innit at least that's what dad would say. My world crumbled on the last day of the week I got accepted into the University of Buckingham, my dream university.