Note: language, theme, and drugs are not suitable for young readers. This is the season two. A sequel of the story.
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IT'S two o'clock in the afternoon. I'm still peeking at my cell phone and waiting for Dylan's message to me. I am here in the living room while sitting on the floor with a small table in front of me. I'm bored and I want to get out of the house but I also have nothing to do outside. So I'd better just wait for him inside. I don't want him to see me outside also because I know he will get mad at me if I stay longer outside.
I look at the clock to check. What time now and why he hasn't come? I waited for him for how many hours now and even a text I did not receive. He's been stranded somewhere so he hasn't arrived yet? Where the hell is he and he took so long? This is the first time that he did this to me.
"Mia, can you put this garbage outside the gate first, it smells and I'll just change your dad's diaper for a while," mama asked me. I just looked at her for a moment and then stood up. Not to obey her command but to go upstairs.
I did not respond to her request and even more so I did not obey her command. I was the one she turned around because she saw me sitting. When she really sees me doing nothing, she immediately looks for me to do it. She was so angry to see me doing nothing so sometimes I didn't want to come home here because she was always like that to me.
She was always hot when she saw me sitting. It was as if he was being hot and was immediately looking for something for me to do. She hates me that is why every time she me she keep on asking me to do this and do that. She doesn't want to see me sitting nor did nothing.
"Mia!" she shouted when I ignored her and I just continued to climb into my room. I feel like a deaf person with no one around.
"I'll do that mom, I'm done with what I'm doing." Janel snatched what Mama wants me to do. She took the garbage and bring it outside.
I don’t know when I started to feel negative about mama. Since our lives have been been ruined, I feel like her blood has always been boiled for me. It seems to me that she is heaping her resentment on the World because of what happened to our family. It’s not my fault that we came to this point of misery.
Is it because I didn’t go to college and I couldn’t find a decent job that why she was just so mad at me? Was it because I wasn't good enough to help them? Is it because I didn’t follow what they wanted to study to find a good job and not just rely on writing? And my money is not enough for all of us?
So when all this happened I am useless now. I am no longer a good child because I did not fulfill the role of the firstborn. Even she didn’t tell me that----but that is how I felt about her actions. She can't tell me directly, but that's what I feel.
When I said something, she had a re-butt right away. When I spoke it was immediately negative. When I give an opinion she does not listen or it is not good for her. When I keep quiet, I don't care. I didn't know where to place myself or if I was still welcome in this family.
I peeked out the window when I heard the motor stop in front of our house. Peering out the window I immediately saw Dylan standing outside next to the motor while peeking at it at the top of my room. He waved when he saw me so I retaliated and then I went down.
"I'm leaving and maybe I'll be home in the morning," I said to Janel and continued on my way out when she suddenly called me.
"Mia, wait a minute!" I stopped and looked at her while waiting for what she would say next.
"Won't you come with us later?" she asked as I frowned.
"Later, what?" I ask in wonder.
"Today is the first day of prayer for the second anniversary of the death of aunt Mila."
I adjusted my myself and then sighed. Memories flashed and something from the past that I wanted to forget came back. I shook my head to remove the thoughts that started to comes.
It's been two years. Two years, since everything happen.
The speed of events seems like recently, she comes here to talk to mama about plants. They laugh and shared about plants. But now, two years since she's passed away. The speed of time or maybe I'm just the one who not moving forward because I'm already stocked with what I do in life.
"No," I replied then finally left the house.
When I got out I saw Teresa, aunt Mila's sister, who was taking care of their house. She was carrying snacks, flowers, and candles. She smiled at me and so did I to her. Maybe she is preparing for later.
"Why are you just now?" I asked Dylan while frowning.
"The source arrived late, Uncle Pao thought he was late," he explained once reaching a volume of methamphetamine or less than five grams worth more. "You go, I'll be late for our conversation with Cong, just take Uncle Pao for Sha and Diks," he said, referring to our seller.
Yes, we sell drugs. Because I was one of those people who got into bad habits since our life became miserable. To help in some way with my sister's education I entered the sale of illegal drugs. Meth that destroys the future of the majority. I know that I did was wrong, but I will do everything for the sake of my family.
"Come with me because I'm going to Lax."