MY SUNSHINE// LANDO NORRIS

THREE

THREE

"Have you eaten?"

Precious Anderson asked her only child, her daughter, as the young woman entered the family home with multiple bags which were full with groceries.

"I had a piece of bread, so yes I have." Makena Kamara-Anderson spoke to her mother as the woman held the door open for her, allowing her to carry the bags all the way in to the kitchen.

"That's not an adequate amount of food." Precious scolded her daughter who rolled her eyes in response.

"And I don't an adequate amount of fucks to give." Makena snarked at her mother, who raised an eyebrow at her daughter.

It was almost, as if she remembered that she was not at the Mclaren garage, and that to be rude or sarcastic at her African mother, was basically a death sentence.

"I should apologise, shouldn't I?"

Precious slowly nodded her head as she stared down her daughter, like a lioness staring down her prey.

"Sorry." Makena smiled timidly, as she placed the shopping bags down on the table so that she could be prepared to run for her life.

"I should wash your mouth out with soap." Precious raised a finger to point at her daughter.

"It's not like I was swearing, mama." Makena grimaced as soon as the words left her lips, because she knew all too well that she was going to be punished by her mother.

Rule number one in an African household, is you do not talk back to your parents.

If you do, you might end up with bruises that last for weeks on end due to how hard you were punished.

That was what, Makena had always been taught for her whole entire life, but it seemed like she had temporarily forgotten that she was African.

Daniel Ricciardo's fault.

"Makie, how many drivers did you meet?"

Abu Kamara entered the kitchen of the Kamara-Anderson household, and found his daughter preparing to run from her mother's stern glare.

"Three."

Abu's face lit up in to a bright smile, as he interrupted the murder rampage of his wife to walk over to his daughter, and leant against the kitchen island.

"Who? Did you meet Sebastian again? Did you tell him that I said hello?" Abu grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"No I didn't see Sebastian again, dad. I met Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton." Makena informed her father, noticing the smile on her father's face as he became giddy.

"You met Lewis Hamilton? What was he like? Did he speak to you? Did you tell him about me? Does he know my name?"

Abu listed off multiple questions as it almost became a quick fire round, since his daughter didn't even have time to answer a question before he had moved on to asking the next one.

"Dad, I tripped over his dog whilst I was texting you. You have no idea how many times I had to apologise."

Makena could have died from the embarrassment at having tripped over the dog of Lewis Hamilton, a British bulldog called Roscoe.

Her father had been messaging her multiple times asking her how it was going, and whilst she was staring down at her phone, she had completely missed the dog that was barrelling towards her.

Lewis Hamilton had felt bad about his dog making the girl fall over, and immediately helped her up to her feet, before he found out that the girl seemed to stutter and sputter at the sight of the seven time world champion.