vi

're crying again.

g that he wouldn't be able to hear although his voice sounded as if he was only a few feet away from me.

ss shirt neat and ironed, his dress pants the same, his shirt tucked into his belt. He had the ends of his sleeves roll

ered down to my lips probably noticing the small tremble in them. When he looked back into my eyes, I c

again? Are you crying over that guy? You're pathetic, Cele. Get yo

ra today, I thought. It would certainly be bad this time around. I sighed, collecting my breath and wanting to pull myself together befor

bowl of salad I was preparing before I was rudely interrupted. I was not sobbin

think I'm looking at a woman that goes by the name Vivica Abano standing here and cryin

o look away from him but making a

ounter. The jingle of his keys colliding with the countertop c

If you keep sobbing you won't realize the greatness that others see in you. You'r

table, which is where he should have been. I'm not sure why he's come out here, or why every time I've been in distress for the past d

up" he moves towards me but I pull the la

add the tomatoes. If you want to be a big help you could grab the champagne from the small cellar

no longer see him. Within seconds, the salad is done and I've cleaned up my tears. I

tely something you've gotten from your mother " he says. It

at now?" I ask, taking a seat on the brown woode

eat to eat since breakfast" Oliva says, reach

rather than putting off food because of my emotions. My father takes his first bite of food before re

asks, holding the bottle near me. I take my

a few pictures of me to put on my website when the waterproof line drops soon" I smile, thinking of the boy with san

liked your relationship with him, never felt

n like that during th

Yes. He's

?" The brooding man interrupts me, maki

smiles, nodding a bit. "Yes, I got a few heavy-duty things to help me back home but I'm sure I

close to erratic as I can sense his urge to be rude, like always. I'm not sure what compelled him his entire life, but he's

his eyes at my father's words as he reaches for the bottle of champag

he knew how to" my father says, glancing at me for

a bite. "I'm happy to help as long you do my makeup every day for a month" I give a fake

raffic with a blindfold on, baby girl. You'd be a

ens from his slum

tely,"

es squinting before he looks away. Oliv

s towards his son "graduated. It was truly one of the happiest days of

e'd finally leave you a

r anything in twelve year

here's no way he stopped asking his father for things when he w

ne is daddy's princess" he says. I roll my e

"Gift time?" He asks, wan

e the back porch, disappearing through the back doors. I look over at hi

. He lifts his eyes from

asks me. "You're

plays a hu

ing' Now all of a sudden you know my exact ag

r entire life. Of course I know your age, which

. "Bringing th

nd this evening. It seems as if you're the o

of the large doors. My father is holding a tiny box w

g big, but it's something I think you'd like very much" he gi

wear it every day" I admit, pulling it from the box.

"I thought you might like this," he says. His crud

nd leaving the dinner table. I knew he was rude but this is beyond anythin

se, sliding the door closed behind himself. Sadness f

so angry a