Shattered: Anything For My Sister-Episode 2



EPISODE 2. I MISS MOMMY, ARIA.

****ARIANA****
It’s been a month since mom died, her burial ceremony was performed last two weeks, it still hurts when I remember that I ain’t gonna see her ever again, her flawless white skin, her beautiful massive dark hair that cascaded down her back, her deep blue eyes and her most beautiful smiles. It hurts but I’ve got to bear it, I’ve got to be strong for Flora’s sake.

Dad hasn’t been seen for a week now. Some part of me is worried about him, what would have happened? Is he alright? He left his cellphone here at home but where is he? Some part of me is really worried.

But another part of me can’t help feeling relieved that he’s not around and it makes me feel kinda guilty. No child should feel that way about her father… but he just comes back drunk sometimes, slurring and groaning around, scaring Flora.

I guess mummy’s death really hit him too hard. It’s surprising the extent he goes mourning her because it reminds me of all those times mommy was scared, sad and unhappy. She’s mostly herself when dad has gone to his office, it makes me wonder if there’s anything else wrong with her apart from her obvious discomfort of the country.

Daddy is the owner of Zanaflex Crystals Company Limited, ZCCL. He started the business even before we were born and according to mommy, her and dad met on one of dad’s business meetings in the States. He–

“You left me to oversleep, Aria. I’m gonna be late for school.” Flora mumbled from the doorway, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

She just woke up from sleep, I felt guilty because I didn’t wake her on time but she was sleeping so peacefully after a long night of nightmares, tossing and turning, she slept in the wee hours of the morning.

I walked to her, squatting down to be eye level with her, I wrapped her in a hug, straightening her tangled hair at the same time. “I’m sorry, Lora. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn’t wanna wake you.”

“But I’m gonna be late for school.” She repeated.

“I know honey, I’m sorry. I was hoping you’ll skip school today.” but I already know my little sister, that is so not gonna happen.

She shook her head vigorously, confirming my thoughts. “Alright then, let’s get you ready for school super fast.” I took her hand and ushered her to the bathroom.

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Minutes later, she came out fully dressed. “I’m hungry, Aria.” Flora said from the door way with her school bag wrapped behind her back.

I beamed with joy. I’m really proud of her for finally adapting to her school. It was really difficult at first for her because schools here are different from schools in New York. It was that way for me too but I thank God that I’m through with my WAEC examinations.

“Keep your bag first, lemme get into the kitchen and see what I can prepare.” I replied.

“Kay, Aria.” Flora chipped, dutifully keeping her bag, she sank down on one of the dinning chairs.

What will become of us now?

Yea, that particular question has taking up a huge part of my heart since Mom died. It’s been two months but I’m still not seeing a light at the end of our dark tunnel yet. Everywhere is tensed, even the air we breathe feels sad. Daddy remains nowhere to be found.

Anyway, I guess the worst that can happen now is Dad leaving us. But he won’t be that heartless… Right? 
I really don’t know anything anymore.

“I miss mommy, Aria.” Flora said as I was taking her to school.

My throat closed up and my chest tightened in pain, “I miss her too, Lora. I do too, but don’t forget that mommy’s already in heaven, she’s very happy talking with God and I know that she’s looking out for us always.”

“Kay, Aria.” Flora said. We reached the front of her school and I took her inside, making sure she’s settled for the day before I went back home. Went back to the deafening silence and the sound of my own voice.

I’m beginning to get the feeling that nothing will ever be the same again.

Watch out for episode 3.

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