WAR between SISTERS

Reality

Dear dairy:
It's another Monday morning. I hate Mondays because it's the busiest. I'm not lazy but I just don't like Mondays. That's why I don't work on Monday. Of course, the company won't be closed down. I have a capable manager to handle the affairs. You already know how 70% of my fathers property is mine. I cherish my dad so much. That is the major reason I took over instead of pursuing my career as a movie star. Yes I love acting but I love my dad more. He trusted me enough to will it all to my name. Looking back to all he did for me,I can only smile. Who else would do that for a child that wasn't theirs?
*****Beep beep beep*****
I will be coming over soon. Just chill out until I get to you. Good morning by the way. Hope you slept well. I love you💕__David❤️

It was a regular morning text from David, my boyfriend. I grinned and closed my dairy. I haven't showered or brushed my teeth. I don't want him to meet me like this. Obviously he loves the morning me but I don't love the morning me. My hair is always messy. My pyjamas always worn inside out. Don't blame me but why would I put efforts in looking good when going to bed? It's just me catching up on my beauty sleep. I'm also very clumsy in the morning. I guess those are the main reasons he loves the morning me. He doesn't miss an opportunity to tease me about it.

I look into my dressing mirror and I noticed something was in my eyes. I stretch open my eyes to get a closer look. That's when I see it; my dad's wallet. I picked it up with so much care. Opened it and brought out my favorite picture of both of us together smiling. I was 10 when we took that picture. It was my birthday and no one remembered except Aunt Maria. I thought dad had forgotten about it too. So I locked myself in my wardrobe and cried my eyes out. I heard a knock on my wardrobe door after a little while and when I opened it I was face to face with him. He was smiling widely and when he saw my red eyes,he frowned immediately.

"Why is my Angel crying? You're clocking 10 and you ain't happy about it? When I was your age I couldn't stop running around because I felt a double digit was a big deal. Well guess what? It is so you should be smiling", he said kneeling on one knee so he is only slightly taller than me.
"But you forgot about my birthday dad. When I woke up, I ran all the way to your room but mum chased me away. I looked for you everywhere else and lost hope, when Aunt Maria told me you left a while ago. I thought you had gone to work and forgot to wish me dad". I replied still sniffing.
He pinched my cheeks slightly. " Why would I forget my baby's birthday hunn? It's like my second birthday. Who forgets their second birthday?"
"But dad you were so busy last week Friday. You forgot it was your birthday. You forgot your first birthday dad. Your very own birthday!" I said, smiling at the memory
"Let's just say my birthday isn't nearly as important as yours. You're my Angel and my Angel deserves the very best".
"But why did you leave so early in the morning dad? You made me cry for no reason at all. Now my head won't stop banging". I asked seriously while frowning.
"I'm sorry I made you cry. My Angel cried because of me", he said pouting and I chuckled. "But before I left I came to your room to wish you a happy birthday. You were fast asleep. I saw it as a very good opportunity. I didn't like the design of your cake, so I had to return it and get it changed immediately. What's a birthday without a cake? Everything has to be perfect for my Angel". This is one of the reasons I love my dad so much. He knows my taste. Most especially my cake has arrived. I was bouncing and shaking his arms gently.
"Where is the cakeeee? My cakeee?" I said making sure I dragged the word 'cake'.
"It's in the dinning room. Aunt Maria with some workers is setting up the hall for your party".
"Yayyyyy". I screamed and dashed out almost immediately.
I smiled at the memory. How much I have grown since then. I look at myself in the mirror and smile at the young woman I have become.

         My name is Divine. Divine Dayo Bayomi. The last child of late Mr Honorable king Bayomi. I still miss him up till this moment. He has been gone for more than a year now but it feels like eternity since I last saw him. I miss sitting down and talking to him about my challenges. I miss his advice. I miss his words of wisdom. His words of encouragement, I miss his hugs. I miss laughing with him and him teasing me about my height. I miss running to him whenever mum tried to hit me.

      I miss his chuckles. His dry jokes and down to earth smile. I miss how he would hold my hand through every horror movie. I miss his late night gifts. I miss everything about him. Everything that defines him. Death met him at his early 50s. He is still supposed to be alive. My shield is still supposed to be here with me. But, Delight took him away from me. She took my bundle of happiness. She has always been jealous from day 1. That witch of a sister. Her heart as dark as ashes. She deprived me of my happiness. She took away the safety I felt in my dad's arm and I will forever hate her for it.

      I hate you Delight and forever will. You're the worst sister that has ever existed in the entire human race and all I feel for you is hatred. The one that gets stronger every single day.
     You took mum's love away, you were more beautiful, more intelligent, more creative, more flexible, you stole the guys I had a crush on away, my friends loved and adored you. Yet you weren't satisfied and you took dad. I can forgive you for everything else but that's the last straw!
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    "Hey,wake up", I felt a force shaking me.
     "Dad please don't go. Who would protect me if you go. Mum hates me, everyone dislikes me. Delight is only pretending to like me. Only you genuinely cares for me.Please don't go". I whisper scream.
      "It's going to be fine okay. Just open your eyes". I hear in the background but it only makes my sniffles louder.
      "Don't go please daddddd", I begged in tears as I jolt back awake.

    My eyes meet with David's worried ones. And as usual I breakdown. It starts as sniffles and now I'm crying loudly in his arms as every other night. This doesn't get old. I dream the same scene every night. The night I lost him forever. The night I last spoke to him. His words to me. The night I knew I was finally alone to face the whole world alone with no backup. I watched him breath his last in front of me and I couldn't do anything. Nothing could bring him back. I was left with only his memories to keep me strong.
     "It's okay. I'm here for you. I love you and will always be here for you. Please don't cry okay". David said soothing me. He decided to spend the night with me today. Since he has an off-day tomorrow.
      I look at him and smile. I'm glad I found him right after my dad died. I only wish I had met him earlier so my dad would be assured I'm in great hands. But regardless, I love David so much. And hearing every word of his gives me enough strength to wipe my tears away. I lift my head and look at him. I'm so lucky to have someone who loves me for me. My feelings for him surfaces and takes hold of me. I draw him closer and I'm lost in our kiss as i let unspoken words escape through it.