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Dream Come True

Chaya

    5:30 a.m., ugh, why do I torture myself? Who even wakes up this early on the weekend? I lay in bed for a few seconds longer; the sound of birds chirping lets me know it's time to start my day. Reluctantly, I tossed the blankets to the side, welcoming the cool breeze as it kissed my brown skin. Today was restock day at my family restaurant, so I decided I'd be a good daughter and pitch in. I enjoyed being in the kitchen, so naturally, everything related to it I was ok with doing. The best part about restocking day was going to the markets to get fresh ingredients. My family was old-school, so instead of having things delivered in bulk, they chose to hand-pick items with certain marketers. I did one final stretch, looking at the clock at 5:40 a.m. I needed to get dressed as quickly as possible. When searching for the best ingredients, the early bird gets the best worms.

    Walking into the bathroom, the marble floor sent shivers up my spine. I really hate cold floors. Sighing, I turned on the shower, feeling the warmth, and adjusted the temperature to my liking. I quickly undressed and hoped in, running over the list in my head: we needed fresh tomatoes, greens, onions, potatoes, and a few other things. Lathering my hair with my signature vanilla shampoo, I inhaled the scent. I loved the smell of brown sugar and vanilla. After finishing my morning routine, I stepped into my walk-in closet, pondering the many options I had. Three minutes passed before I decided to wear a bike tracksuit. Keeping it simple was the best option. I was going to the market, not the club. I grabbed my bag and phone, and the chime of my phone disrupted me. Glancing at the number, I smiled. It was my friend Sophia. What on earth was she doing up this early? I missed her, she moved to Japan to teach abroad.

-Heyy girly

-What's up, Chicka? What are you up to this morning?

-Headed to the market to get some ingredients. What about you? I question heading out the door and making sure to lock up behind myself.

-Not much waiting for my bestie to come pick me up from the airport.

I froze.

-W..what? I questioned and was taken aback.

-You heard me. Come get me, bitch.

-Don't play with me, Soph, say swear?

Before she could respond, I heard a flight attendant over the intercom and almost cried. I hadn't seen my bestie in 4 years; I missed her so much.

-Why didn't you tell me, um, which airport?

-Duhh, because it was a surprise, lol, and I will be landing in about two hours at John F. Kennedy

Okay, bet. I'm going to the market, and I'll be there right after. I promise we have so much to catch up on.

-OK, Chicka I have to go; we're boarding our flight again. See you soon.

-I love you too.

I ended the call with a new pep in my step. I have been friends with Sohpia since we were children. We both came from financially stable families. We weren't rich, but we were definitely well off. Arriving at the market, there were people everywhere, and quickly I became frustrated. I knew I was a little late, but good god, I would have to fight for everything. Not that I mind, but I had places to go and people to see. Arriving at the produce market, I was lucky when smiling at me was Tabitha, the owner and a well-known friend of my mother.

"Hey Aunt Tabbi, how are you doing today? I questioned her, handing her the list of produce items I needed.

"I'm good, beauty, how are you?

"I'm good, same ole, same ole; I'm in kind of a hurry today".

"I got you. How's your mom? I need to come by the restaurant this week. I'm tired of cooking ".