Dejah has never been an outspoken person, some see her as an introvert and some see her as a nerd. Her timid nature makes her look weak and her viridity makes her soft. Or is this all a facade to hide who she truly is?
As the quote says,
"Looks can...
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As I drove through the neighborhood of Beverly Hills, the tall gates of each neighboring house greeted me like a giant NO ENTRY sign as I passed them.
When I first moved here I was so enlivened.
The luxury of it all gave me a sense of value, I felt like someone of high caliber for the first time in my life.
I know it's not good to place a price on your life based on vanity, but I worked hard for all of this and I plan to enjoy it.
Though I've lived here for a while, I've learnt not to get used to it. Luxury can go as fast as it comes.
Turning my attention to Dejah. I watched as she stared on unfazed as we passed the big houses.
"Wah yuh wouldn't live inna one a dem yah one day?" I asked amused as I saw her facial expression change from unfazed to perplexed.
"I don't think I would again. I mean, I miss it, but....I don't know."
"I've lived like this before. And at first it all seemed like a dream. The fancy stuff entertained me and kept me busy for a while, but after that it will all start to mean nothing to you."
"After a while, you'll realize that it's just vanity."
"I know that I complain a lot about where I live now. But the peace that I feel now is worth it, compared to where I'm coming from."
"Vanity isn't everything." She sighed looking ahead.
"Especially if you have no one to enjoy it with."
As her final words echoed in my head, I started thinking about all the stuff she had as a kid.
From the outside looking it, I never knew that she was that unhappy with her life back then.
But thinking about it now, it all made sense.
Her father spent most of his days dealing with his "business". The only time I ever saw him with her was when he needed her help with one of his business negotiations.
I have no idea what she could have possibly be helping with, but at 12 years old she was a very important asset to his ventures.
Other from that he would just buy her stuff and carry her to fancy restaurants once in a while to make up for not being there.
Her mother on the other hand, neglected her badly back then.
I don't know if it was jealousy, or what, but she was never really there.
Now I feel like I neglected her too, because after all that time that I spent with her. I never realized that she was unhappy.
