Smile for me

* CHAPTER ELEVEN *

AMANDA'S POV

"What happened there? What did she say to you" mom asked the second she got into the room. I could hear grandma and Chioma voices from the sitting room. I took a deep breath before speaking, I've always had a problem with controlling my anger and I'm not about to have my mom be at the receiving end of my rage today.

"She wanted to have a conversation with me but apparently she is not able to have a civil conversation" I slightly yelled at my mom

I moved to the edge of my bed and sat down, mom came close to me and sat down too

"𝒘𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒊" (calm down) she was rubbing her hands on my shoulders to calm me down. I stopped myself from crying and it hurt my eyes a little, I never like to be yelled at, it makes me feel small and not enough. I don't know what happened in there with Aunty Ifeoma

  "What were you people talking about?" I don't know if I should tell her about everything that Aunty Ifeoma said, I don't want to hurt my mom's feelings but I also don't want to protect Aunty Ifeoma

"She was saying somethings about you that I didn't like"

  "What was she saying?" I got up from the bed and walked towards the tiny cabinet for my clothes, I can feel myself getting angry again. I don't want to talk about this anymore

  "Mom just let it be, I don't want to talk about it anymore" my subconscious keeps reminding of the fact that Aunty Ifeoma was right in two or more places but there was no way I was going to just sit there and let her say all those things about my mom, neither she or anyone knows how hard it was for us when we first moved there.

  "𝒏𝒘𝒂 𝒂𝒈𝒃𝒐𝒈𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒉𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒘𝒆𝒈𝒉𝒊 𝒐𝒎𝒖𝒎𝒆!" (that girl has no manners)"

"Ifeoma 𝒌𝒑𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒖!" (Shut up)

I can still hear grandma and Aunty Ifeoma's voices from the sitting room. I heard her scream something to grandma and I heard the parlor door open and close almost immediately, she must have left as usual. Always running away and never around to face her problems at home, typical.

  "Are you going to be okay?" Mom asked me the 4th time in 2 minutes, I nodded at her and watched as she left the room. I locked the door behind her and jumped on the bed, slippers and all.

I'm not going to cry, but damn does this hurt. When we first moved abroad everything was okay and smooth. I was still very young and I didn't know a lot of things but as we spent more time there I loved it there. It was hard being away from home especially when I knew grandpa, grandma and everyone were still in Nigeria and it hurt and holidays were a constant reminder that I had only my mom as my only family especially during the Christmas seasons. But I had Lisa and John and my co workers, I really never felt lonely cause they all made me feel at home. I never even wanted to come here, I was eager to see grandma and grandpa but I didn't want to come here.

I wipe a tear that was sliding down my face, I didn't even know when I started crying. I knew from the beginning that coming here was a bad idea, we're here now and literally nothing is happening. I've done nothing here, I've just been in this house doing nothing. I hear a small knock on the door.

"It's Chioma, Amanda 𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒐 please open the door" her voice was so low almost like a whisper (please).

I stood up from the bed to unlock the door for her, Chioma and her mom are two different individuals. Unlike her mom, I have no problems with Chioma. I unlocked the door and went straight to the bed to lie down again. Chioma walked in slowly and closed the door behind her, she was sniffing and I knew she cried a little, she always seems like a tough girl, I don't know why me having an argument with her mom would even make her cry. I was the one that got all the emotional "beating".