Kazimir Seasons

/8/

Sunday was a busy day for me, I had two back-to-back meetings and I had to travel to Asia for a meeting.

It's five in the early morning, I head downstairs as I make my protein shake. I worked out for a good hour as I headed back upstairs to make the same breakfast I get every day.

Oatmeal is just plain oatmeal and one toasted bread. I have been vegan my whole life. My dad was a doctor so he taught us it's important what we put in our body.

With my disorder I needed routine. I couldn't stand change. Change was something that was out of my control so I did everything to avoid it.

As I head upstairs I showed up and I get dressed. First impressions mattered; they revealed how anyone perceived you.

I pick up my good luck charm, the bullet that left me in a coma for nine months. I take it every time I go. It was the only way to feel closer to her in the past two years.

As my day gets going I start work at home, I'm not going to give in to Summer. I won't give in to Summer.

"Honey I'm home," I know that annoying voice from anywhere. I rolled my eyes at the thought of my younger brother.

"I know you don't like change, but I miss you. I had to come to see you or I was going to die," he said, being dramatic.

"You're right I don't like change, you should've done that," I said walking over to him. Now I have to make my schedule flexible enough for him.

"Can I get a hug or something, instead of you just standing there?" He said opening her arms, I walked over to him and gave him the driest hug ever.

My brother was all I had growing up and Mr.Coby decided to stay with me. To my knowledge, he was aware that I fell on the spectrum. He was a French bad boy. Dark hair, tall legs, brown eyes, and a fair tone.

He walks over to the fridge. "Well since it's lunchtime and I see you out of your regular grocery why don't we go to the store," He suggested as I followed him out of the house.

"Sure we can go to the store since You already dragged me outside," I said grabbing my flip phone as I call Mr.Coby to pull up.

As we pull up to the grocery store I play with the bullet in my hands. As we and Zayn walk the aisles get the trepidation of the thought of Summer here.

"Autumn put that backdown," I heard that soft voice coming from near. "We should get some ice cream for me," Zayn beams as he turns our cart to the frozen aisle.

She was ineluctable, she was everywhere whether it was in my head or reality. Her little minion was running away from her with a different box of ice cream gigging.

She changed her hair, she had a side part that was laid flat with small waves of little hair on the outline of her hairline. I loved the honey blond on her. Her minion had small boxes in the front with pink rubber bands while the rest of her hair was out in its curls.

She trips as she bumps into me, and Zayn quickly jumps to her rescue. "You okay kiddo that was quite a fall," he said, dropping to his knees as he helped her up and rubbed the dirt from the ground off her pink dress.

"Sowwoy," she said looking at Zayn. "It's sorry with two r's, not w's," I state and it hit her when she heard my voice.

She looked up as we entered another intense staring contact. But her mother comes from behind and scopes her up in her arms. "I'm sorry about the ice," I can sense the anger and dreadfulness in her voice when she looks at me.

But she was taken aback when she saw who was next to me. "No way," Zayn said beaming. "Omg, I remembered you," she said, ignoring my existence.

My heart stops beating, she better say where she remembered him from before I lose my mind. 

"How are you?" He asked with a concerned look. She take a deep breath as she glanced at me for a second. "Hanging on, you?" She asked. The look in her eyes was sadness.

"I'm okay, but I'm feeling better now knowing that the best nurse in the world remembered me," he said looking at her. Okay. That's where they know each other from the hospital.

"Hey it's my birthday, you owe me candy back," Autumn's voice was loud as days she wasn't asking me she was demanding.

"Autumn," Summer raised her voice with her inside voice. "You can't ask strangers for things, not even if it's your birthday." She tells her looking her in the eyes but Autumn wasn't having it.

She holds eye contact. "Is not a stranger mommy, he was the one who helped pay when you forgot your wallet," she said, still holding her eyes. For a five-year-old, she doesn't back down from a fight.

I turned my gaze to Summer who felt embarrassed but that turned into anger. "I'm waiting Mr," the little brat said as she poked her little tiny hands out.

"They were nasty anyways, I'll be glad to give them back to you," I said in a low tone. "They weren't. You don't have good taste," she was calm with that clap back.

"Others would disagree with that statement," I state. "I don't even know what that means I'm five," she said counting on her little finger as she held out her hands.

"Put this hand down," I said gently, putting her whole left hand away. "Now that's five," I state as she starts to giggle.

"I knew that I was testing to see if you were smart, do you want to come to my birthday party? You have to bring me lots of gifts."

Summer clears her throat Loudly as she chokes. "Ooh, no baby I'm sure they have a busy day ahead of them so say goodbye." Summer said, putting her daughter back down.

"Goodbye nice guy and goodbye Mr.Meaniepants." She said, giving me an evil glare. As Autumn gets the ice cream from Zayn's hands, Summer's little short legs kick me to my knees.

"That's for correcting my daughter's speech as if she's dum." She said, giving me another kick as she walked off.

"Wow she doesn't like you, what did you do to her?" Zayn asked about Summer's violence.

"Nothing, let's just go back home," I state.  I can still smell her.