I acknowledged the dancing kids at the streets in italy. I sat here in the balcony. Looking below the children who happily hop around the music while earning a small amount of money. I smiled, how i wish to have a children of my own. But not now, im only 24. I have to live my life before motherhood comes.
I sat up and immediately got inside in my apartment. I forgot i had some paper works to finish after i successfully impressed another client. Life has been great.
While i sat on my home office finishing up a couple of paperworks. My phone vibrated a few times in my desk. I picked it up and saw that it was my mom.
"mom?" i came in first.
"oh! My lovely daughter. Im so happy to hear your voice." i smiled, softly.
"likewise mother."
"Well i hope you didn't forget about the dinner miele! Your father here is excited as much as i am."
"how would i forget mom? You always make the best bread and pasta, and besides i was about to get ready actually."
"oh! Great miele! Be fast. Me and your father wanna see our gorgeous daughter." i chuckled now.
"i will mother, i have to go. See you at dinner" i hung up.
I definitely forgot about dinner.
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I stood infornt of the royale blue door. Waiting for the presence of my parents. I drove an hour for this goddam dinner and my bladder is about to explode. Fuck.
What took an eternity. The door flew open and my father stood there, ready for a warm hug. I couldn't, i ran to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door loud. Shit that was disrespectful. Well atleast you didn't piss infornt of your father. Right?
I got out of the bathroom and i was immediately looked at by my confused parents. "are you ok darling do you need medication?" my father asked in a concern manner. I immediately felt bad. "oh miele do you need to go to the hospital?"
My mother asked, panicked. "im alright, i just peed." i reassured them. They signed in relief. "well darling your mother just prepared the dinner table, shall we?" my father broke the awkward silence. I smiled as we went to sit.
Ik. Its a short chapter.
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Cleo
RomanceA 24 year old, confident and a truly loving woman was born in a beautiful household filled with love and joy in italy. A well known interior designer, and had made many accomplishments not just for herself, but for her parents. She was named katheri...
