noun: someone; a person (more so woman) who puts forth the less fortuitous before themselves in compassions of nurturing and honoring the distinct.
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ONIKA MARAJ
True to self.
"When's the last time you visited your mother?" My dad asks, standing at the head at the table. The question went out without a direct intention but everyone's eyes fell on me as if the question only had my name on it, dipped in pure white gold, and that alone made me squirm in heat.
It didn't even feel right to be here talking about her, but I guess if I wasn't going to find my seat at the dinner table, they were all going to find me at another and it just had to be at an office's table. How did this go from a business conference the first couple of hours to Maraj's dysfunctional at-home calamities was my concern. I didn't want to be here with these people, as per usual, but it was about time I stopped running.
I returned the look to Maria first, watching her face turn sour.
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"I'm talking to all of you." Dad upped his tone again, leaning over the table on his fingertips. "Aaron?"
"On her last birthday." He chipped, nonchalantly whilst a pen rolled between his slender fingers.
