MADGYAL

Chapter 8: Cold weather.

1 day later

Vanessa

"So... you actuaaly from india mrs.emmerson? i asked cooling my tea as i laughed glancing over at mrs.emmerson beside me in her chair. i pet the small dog that layed on the ground beside me gently with my thighs folded i looked out onto the trees where water fell off the the banana trees. mrs emerson cooled her cup of chocolate tea slightly giggling at my question. she was in a good mood today. i had just given her a sbath and lotioned her and got her cumfy. i could tell she loved the talking and so did i. i really liked her she reminded me of my grandma. she was a nice old lady.

"Yes me actually from india. me come from new delhi in a small villege there" she told me laughing. i giggled. i didnt think my question was silly since alot of indians were born and raised in jamaica and never been to india. i never assumed she was a born citizened indian. but thats why i asked. wouldnt you rather someone ask what they dont know than to assume it?

"new delhi the capital!!!! wow must be amazing" i told her smiling. i did alot of studying on new delhi when i was younger. over the years ive been interested into alot of things, some cringy and waste of time some worth the time like that. i was obsessed with alot of cultures i even taught my self spanish. ive always been a smart girl. i was even supposed to go on school chalenge quiz i remember how proud my grandma was about that. she was so pround that she was crying and that day all of my sinblings made up and bought me a big ole cheese cake that i never shared because me greedy.

"you know of there? she asked

"of course i know of there. how was it? fi grow up there? and if you did grow there then when did you move to jamaica and did you meet your husba-

"too many questions all at once mi dear memba seh the ears nuh that good" she said slowling me down and i laughed.

"you asked how was it to grow up there honestly it was ok. you know i didnt come from a bad family me did come from a good family hard working mother who was a lawyer and mi father who was a cardiac doctor me kinda grew up wealthy nit just that but with alot of love. even though my parents werent around all the time my aunties and cousins made me feel loved. i was treated fairly well yuh know"

"me move come a jamaica when me was twenty when me meet my husband there. i remember it like it was yesterday 1980 when i met him through one a mi friends. fi him mother was a from india and him go to visit her and that was how i meet him. him a did mi friend cousin. him did speak alittle bit of hindu but him never know alot. he wouldnt stop looking at me me could tell him like me as him see me" she told me smiling. the huge grin that gew over her cheeks as she sipped the hot tea caused me to laugh. this lady still blushed while thinking about how she meet her husband after all these years? after so long she was still in love with him? wow.

"you did like him imm-

"IMMEDIATELY him was soooooo handsome. him did tall and slim built and have curly hair and pretty light brown eyes big pink lips him did pretty" she expained how he look just like the picture i saw of him on the wall that francis showed me. i laughed.

"then one of my cousins start like him off me affi make har know seh a my man and me will go to war fi him!" she told me i cackled slightly pushing her shoulder as she laughed. thats always the mindset of every young woman no matter the time period. who we want a who we want but its only condoned when you had him first! thats code atleast in my eyes. of all the things ive ever done ive never and will never force my self into a relationship or be a side chick.

"so how you end up coming to jamaica? i asked curiously.

"Me just decide seh me nuh care wah mi parents say and me pack up and leave just like that. me was a very own way young lady and in india you have to listen to what your parents tell you to do. dem did wah me married to some rich stuck up bwoy but me make dem know me have me nice cute jamaican man and him ahve money too and me ago leave with mi man and me leave! see me ya now. them cut me off fi life but me deh ya same way a grow old with mi man and mi family"

"dem never meet non of my children ever. i have four daghters and five sons. i had ivaan first that is my oldest son then ajay then lena, amanda ian adrian, sam, rohan anaisha" my parents died and never meet non of my children it hurt me for a long time but thats just the way it is you know? when me did leave me did think dem woulda let it go and try to reach out to me but dem never matter a fact non of my cousins did either" she shrugged. i could tell it still hurts her i saw it in her eyes. she really cared about family. you could see how paassionate she felt about it.

"but after a while you stop caring. me have mi family and who loves and care about me now. i have my children and grandchildren i love my grand children very. i have richard, francis, melika ,daisy, karisma alex, jason so much more... and my youngest grandsome millie! how can i forget him" she muttered smiling. i sat up when i heard the name millie. that was the guy from the picture i saw on the wall that looked very familiar. i was still wondering why his face looked like i saw him before.

"your family is very lovely mrs.emmerson very nice people very nice home with and grand kids and people who love you all around you. i meet all of them them very nice.... who is this millie though francis always tell me-

"him live over there is my grandson the reason you dont see him is... him very.... him stay like him father adrian that is all me can say about it. that bwoy stay just like him father him barely comes around if you see him you lucky. him is very anti social and quiet and stay out of drama. i love him very much. raised that bwoy from him a little child come right up inna mi hand" she said smiling. so if she raised him for so long why him nuh come around? thats sad but non of my business.

i just needed every information about him suh that me can find a way fi nyam out him pocket. from the picture me see of him when he was little he was cute suh hopefully him still good looking. from his date of birth me and him a the same age we both twenty one. something inna me a tell me seh him a whore though because to how much gyal me see come in and out that house laughing and screaming his name him affi well good looking.

but if him pocket good looking it can make them scream too? me say me affi find out who him me and seduce him pocket.

me and mrs emmerson spoke alittle bit more until 1pm when the rain eased up and she got sleepy i brought her upstairs and into bed. she held onto my shouder for balance as i brought her up the stairs and placed her into her bed that was next to mr emmerson who was fast asleep. she slept alot. i thought it was alittle strange and even spoke to lena about it but she told me he had thyroid and after having it treated that was one of the lifetime side effecs.

as i walked down the stairs looking at my phone i stared at the text messages coming in from jason.

justin
"been calling you all day. i just want to let you know that im sorry fi how me gwaan the other night when me say you nuh love me. me know you love me baby me did just feel frustrated seh you never bother wah guh out last friday"

"please call me Vanessa, me send you some money"

"me miss you alot and me just wah let you know i love and appreciate you in every way vanessa"

i rolled my eyes in annoyance washing the two cups me and mrs emmerson had the chocolate mild tea out of before sliding on my slippers and walking out the grill. i placed my hat over my head and beguining to run through the rain over to my room all the way across from me. when i heard a few laughters i turned around and saw jason pointing head sticking out the window laughing at me.

i shook my head from side to side laughing as i skipped through the mud on my shoes. was it a terrible idea working for some people with a huge gang of grandsons and the entire family a man dem nuh stop flirting with me? because jason did eveything him possibly could fi tell me seh me nice.