MELANCHOLY

Second Thought

        
When it came to her studies,Zan was surely on top.So it was no surprise she graduated highschool just few months to her fifteenth birthday.She didn't have friends.Acquaintances from school?Maybe.However,she never let them get close enough.

           
Mami,her maternal aunt adopted her when she was twelve.They had seen it somewhere that it was an affectionate name for a woman,so had concluded on it.It took quite some time to balance their newly found relationship at the time.Mami thought Zan found it harder calling her mom hence she suggested they searched for a much more convenient name.Convenient but close.

         
Time flew and Mami got busier.This made her spend lesser time with Zan.And as a fragile child that she was,she started to withstrain herself.Even when Mami made time for them,she wasn't interested.She spoke seldomly and her laughs became scarce.It was always from one mood to another.None were good.Mami became frustrated, tagging it teenage rebellion.She became stricter and stopped making time.She believed when the phase was over Zan would snap out of it.Nothing to get worked up over.
    
        
Zan thought different.Of course she did.Her aunty,oops Mami "making time for her" reminded her of her parents.Always making time for her.Does that bring us to her parents?Nah we'll delve into that another time.Zan was just tired of being made time for.She was tired of being a second thought.She dreaded that she was a second thought to her parents because they were too absorbed in whatever they had going on.She dreaded more that whom she thought would give her closure was also too involved in whatever she too had going on to prioritize her.

        
Remember when I said time flew?Well yes time did fly by fast.Zan clocked Eighteen in just the blink of an eye.Her relationship with Mami didn't get any better.Apparently Mami realized she wasn't living life enough and dedicated most of her time to just doing that.The remaining time was for work and Zan.Hell! she knew her time with Zan were brief and brutal at times.She still thought to give her something for her Eighteenth birthday.What could she get?She thought hard and hard.Zan was the hardest to please, so she thought.She thought harder and realized she had some of her sister's books with her.
        
Mosidah had the knack to write and write.Everything she experienced,she wrote.Mami didn't care for writing and hated reading the more but she realized Zan might appreciate it.Well, if she didn't care enough to read the books, why did she have them anyways?She had decided.She would give them to Zan.
  
     
Why do we fall apart faster than the hatch of a chicken?