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3. Strangely Familiar

Y/n

Next day

I'm getting ready to go to work, this is early and I don't wanna deal with my grouchy mother told me to do this and that as if I'm a maid. Last night was bad, she doesn't want to eat the food that I made but so be it, that plate will be also end up at her stomach eventually, we all know how much she's greedy especially when she's hungry.

I get out of my room quietly and locked the door. I didn't usually do this at my previous house, I spend more time with Kimi rather than stay home. But this time I have no place to run, the only place that I think is safe now is my own room.

The lights is out, but I can still hear my mother and her guest still lowly talking with their drunk voice. I don't want to acknowledge what they talking about and just leave the house.

6:30 am

I close the door if my flat as slow as possible not to make noises. But then I saw a bike in front of the house with a small note on it. I smile knowingly and take the note.

"Darla, honey, this is the bike I was talking about yesterday, you can use it to go to work, love, Tina."

My heart beat faster feeling the indirect love the stranger I just know from yesterday and it feels like she treat me so much better than my own mother. She must be put this bike last night as promise. I keep the note save in my backpack and gently get the bike. I bring it down through the elevator and just wait for it to reach the main floor.

It's still early but same as Columbia, people wake up early to start a day. Same discipline that grown in me too. The elevator is open, I step out with the bike and get on the road.

No one has ever teach me how to ride a bike. I learned it by myself, fall countless time and get back up again. My friendly neighbor back in Spain when I was in a middle school, just like Aunt Tina, she gave me the bike because she felt sorry for me that I always run to school and late. Not often I go back home because the teacher didn't let me in because I always late. A kid with that extraordinary experience that it's me. So do not complain no matter how hard your life is, believe me, out there, there's always someone more suffered than you do.

Well, what a quite motivation, I smile and slowly ride a bike to go around the Yukon river first since it's too early to go to the shop. I stopped in the pathway to buy a fresh baked bread. I'm so grateful that I still have money I can used.

I found a bench and I sit there with my bike. Mr. Olzen is with me. Enjoying the morning breeze, cold and warm somehow in the view of a beautiful river. I eat slowly to enjoy it since I didn't get to eat last night after my mom's wrath. Maybe I should bought a foods and keep it in my room. That's a good idea to survive. I have a job anyway.

The last bite and then I leave. But first, let's stretch a bit to relax this muscle even I don't really have any, but let's pretend that I have it. My bones cracking and I sigh in relief, those backs are getting old even Mr. Milesburg saying that this is a young spirit. I just laugh, yeah I'm young, but I already act like an old, responsible, woman. But hey, I'm alive and nothing I can be more grateful with.

I pedal my bicycle to paradise laundry cheerfully. Stopping in the red light and wait for my turn to continue my journey. There's no such a things I do while I was in Columbia. But I'm glad that I have this experience in Canada. Though I cannot stop laughing shyly behind my mask in happiness.

I decided to just look around while waiting for the green light. In the corner of the alley inside of the coffee shop building, I spotted someone sitting on the booth next to the window, a young man reading the newspaper like an old fashioned routine. Something like that are still exist. People don't really leave magazines and newspapers in a digital era. So is that guy, he flipped the newspaper and place it on the table, sipping his water and then stand up from his seat. Walking out the coffee shop to the fancy car, black and shinning.