"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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❝ I'm weak I'm blind give me the strength I need for my body ❞ - Burna Boy
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It was the day of my birthday and least to say. I was very excited
Seven! I was going to be Seven years old today and I could not believe that I had managed to live and see yet another year of my wonderful life. Thank God for that.
Amara, my eldest sister who was eighteen braided my long and uncontrollable hair into cornrows, while humming the tune to the song my mother, who had just passed two years before used to sing to me every night after she had finished reading me bed time stories.
It's crazy how the ones closest to you die just like that. It feels like just yesterday she was alive, hugging me, dancing with me, playing silly and unnecessary games with me. I miss her.
"Done," Amara says kissing my forehead, her accent lacing through my ears. Unlike my thick British accent, she had a mixed British-Nigerian one that was quite faint and unnoticeable, continuously mistaken as an American one
"Thank you sissy," I hugged her tightly, my arms wrapped around her neck as she placed a black and white flower crown onto my head. It had glitter and pretty sparkles on it. It was my favourite gift of which I had received from her last year.
And they were my favourite colour- well shades too.
"Come on, let's go see what Ayana has made you for breakfast birthday girl," she smiled, skipping down the large hallways with me hand in hand, as little giggles escaped my lips while I tried to match her large skips due to her tall height.
Unlike me, my sisters inherited their tall features from our father while I got my mothers short genes.
For a seven year old I was a solid 3'5, which was quite short within my age group since most of my friends were around 3'9 almost reaching the 4'0 mark. But, hey? Like always I've been reassured that I will grow as I get older, unfortunately with the right nutrients. Vegetables and fruits included.
As Amara and I reached the last rounded corner which led to the kitchen, the pleasuring smell of sweet bacon, sunny side up eggs, sausages and waffles hit me like a truck. I inhaled it deeply with a big dimpled smile glazing my features as I ran and hugged my 16 -year-old sister's leg.
Her soft laughter penetrated through the air, filling my ears and as I looked up, catching her deep brown eyes, and scanning her dark brown skin a pang of unwanted jealousy hit me quite suddenly as I then glanced at my hand which contained my light coloured complexion that was no where near the beautifully dark skin tone Ayana carried.
I've always felt like the odd one out in my family.
Their skins have always carried a dark hypnotic chocolate colour, that I've dreamt of having while asleep only to wake up unsatisfied, while mine? Mine is a light tanned brown, less toned and defined. My father found it weird of course, considering the rest of his children carried both his and his wife's dark coloured genes, all except me. Often I'd hear him questioning my mother about things I didn't fully understand yet.
