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"This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental."
PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!
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Kayla PoV
It's been three days now since mom and I came back to our old house, I rebuild it just fine for the both of us.
I must say that we're settling well, we don't worry about the bitch of an aunt nagging us especially me when I can't give money on time. We're pretty much her slave rather than her relative. For her, we're like a freeloader my dad left in this world. It sucks you know, back when my father is still alive they're the ones who always get the fruitful labor of my father but when my father died it seems like they've never known us. Nowadays, the people you expect to cover you with warmth are the very people who'll leave you in the cold. ~sigh
Now what I worry about the most is how am I supposed to leave mom here alone while I go to work. Some people live here but they're pretty far from the land we're at, this place is pretty remote than others it's my father's land given by someone because of his hard work, it's a good thing the bitch didn't know that this land belongs to my father.
Now back from worrying, I can't just leave the cafe I'm working in since Mom needed the money for her meds, and me for my last term in college. I was lucky enough to get a scholarship in the Uni I'm in, but that's not enough to have me going.
~should I sell the guitar father made for me to start a mini-business? but it's in the bitch place how am I supposed to get it? sigh...
Whatever, I have to go now or I'll be late for work. I went out of the kitchen and saw mom on her bed in our little living room sewing some of our clothes that are tattered because of what happened 3 days ago.
"Mom, I have to go now, will you be alright? do you have anything you want me to do before I go?"
"No sweetie everything is good now you've done a lot, you go ahead."
"But you just manage to move your hands and arms are you sure you'll be--"
"Sweetie I'll be fine, and for me to get back on my feet I have to do things my own now."
~sigh... "Okay but don't strain yourself too much, you don't have to fix all of our clothes, I can do just fine with my clothes that are still in good condition."
Now that she can speak, talk, and move her hands again I can't win any arguments with her. I kissed her forehead and get all my things ready.
"Be careful alright, I'll be back fast." She smiled at me and I set off my way to work. ~ahh, it's gonna be a long walk from here to the terminal, public use of vehicles don't come in here unless you came from the city and you give them this route.
At the 00:00 o'clock cafe
"Kayla! One ice americano, two caramel macchiato, and three cinnamon crumb cakes for table 4."
"Noted!" getting the order prepared for table 4, I strut my way there and almost trip with my foot caused by some obnoxious girl who thinks she owns the cafe. Thanks for having a good body balance I avoided my fate of kissing the floor as well as kissing my salary goodbye. ~shaking my head...
"Great day! Here's your order of ice americano, caramel macchiato, and cinnamon crumb cake." I smiled at them while handing them their orders. I almost swear when I saw the obnoxious girl earlier she's flirting with the guy beside him. Still pissed by her I couldn't help but shoot daggers towards her but I regain myself from getting out of emotional control when I heard a guy's voice saying something to me in a weird language.
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Random"He who I cherished most, He who brokes my heart the worst..." "She is the love of my life, she is the light of my darkest nights... she who I want to protect, I who left her heart wrecked..." ~how far can secrets be hidden? ~how lies can be forgive...