Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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I remember the time me and Singh were thirteen and seventeen, and our mother had decided to leave my dad. They were happily married, living in the white picket fence house with two beautiful kids living a happy life.
My dad didn't hit my mom. My dad didn't cheat on my mom. My dad didn't do anything, in my opinion, that would warrant a divorce. And, as far as I knew, she didn't either. So you'd imagine the shock on both me and Singhy-bear's face when mom made us hurriedly pack a tiny bag and leave with her in the middle of the night to God knows where, and never return.
No matter how loud we bawled, or the nasty glare Singh would give mom, she never looked back, and she didn't even try to console us. She knew the way she did things was off. I never questioned her reasons behind it, I just knew that she knew her way of tearing us away from our dad—our lives, was terribly horribly wrong. And, I would have thought she was happy doing what she did. But the crying she put down at nights when we slept in different motels every week, or the over exaggeration of eye make up she'd wear the next morning was enough to show that she was hurt. And, I never questioned why she did what she did. At first I was assured that her reasons were valid, but later down I didn't care enough to bother asking. And later down after that I found out why.
What was a valid enough reason for her to do that?
Well, dad had cancer.
And he was dying.
Well he's deadnow.
"She's in town." Singh said. Some audacity he had calling me up and telling me that. Like I'd care enough to even consider considering what he's insinuating.
"Singh." I said harshly. He evaded my harsh stare by offering an apologetic smile.
"Look, I know things are bad-"
"Singh Johanesen, don't even. You know what, goodbye." I said then hung up the phone.
Some audacity he has. Some nerve to even... Wow.
Initially, I was angry at his unspoken request but now I'm flat out hurt. He has some balls coming to me like that about her, I'll give him that, but he sure as hell doesn't love his balls enough. He keeps being ballsy and sees what happens to him.
I decided today is the day I go look for Sophia. It's long overdue, and I could do with some familiar good vibes right now. I met Sophia the same time I met Eric, and honestly, I fell a little in love with her immediately. She was very sweet, and we immediately clicked. Eric had to keep staking his claim because apparently, he would 'Do well with two chicas but there was now way he'd be left with none.' They were like a breath of fresh air. It was either me or Singh for a while after I moved off to college, and that worked. For a little. Our bond was and still is impenetrable. But, having no family, since mom burned that bridge, along with any person who possibly could have rebuilt it, sucked. I didn't hear from anyone on dad's side after we left and as far as I knew, mom had no family. I'm sure that's all lies. But as I said earlier, I was assured her reasons for everything were valid and later on, I didn't care enough to clarify.
