Power

Chapter 2

A steamy plate of food was placed in front of everyone seated at the table. The temperature in the room rose as it echo from the plates and filled the air with a delicious aroma, who could resist a good home-cooked meal? The girls placed the letters under the table, prayed and began to eat. Even though they couldn't always tolerate their mother's behaviour, she does know how to cook to make up for it. They all cleared their plates.

"Girls, it's your night to wash up the plates", their father voice boomed

"Mhn", they both muttered

 The dirty plates filled with grease and leftover scraps to dispose of were carried into the kitchen. Ricka went to dispose of the scraps outside, the night wind was rather cold as the ice on a galicer, she opened the garbage bin and threw out the scraps. She thought why not stay out a little, the night breeze was quite breath-taking, her eyes bestowed above as the stars coloured the endless night sky. Slowly, her mind wandered into her deep sub-conscious where it's depths are be on measure. I wonder-

"Ricka, a wah a tek u so long?", Lia shouted

"Mi a come", she answered

Ricka went inside and was greeted by her sister's questionable looks.

"a wah?", she asked

"a dat mi fi deh ask u", Lia added

"a nu nth, just zone likkle bit", she said

"oh enuh, but any ting u seh", Lia replied

They start washing up the plates for majority of the time it was just utter silence only the sound of water running, the movements of plates and the utensils clanking together. When everything was nearly finished, Lia remembered about the letters their grandparents had sent to them.

"Ri, a wanda wah ina the letta dem", she asked

"maybe some money", her sister joked

"lol, gwrl u play to much", she commented

"u wah wi open em right now", her sister chirpped

"ye mek mi wi do dat", she agreed

 The dishes were quickly packed in messy manner; they headed towards the dining room where they placed the letters under the table. Lia took them up and then motioned her hand upstairs; Ricka nodded. Moments later, papers where been torn open and sounds of laughter echoed through the walls like happy children sharing a moment of delight, one by one papers were been torn open.

"Lia, come tek a look pon this", Ricka blurted out

"a wah happen Ri?", she asked

"Nun nu deh pon deh one yer and e look different from e rest a dem", Ricka explained

"u ago open e fi see a wah in deh?", her sister asked

"ye", Ricka immediately responded

Pieces of paper where been torn hastily to reveal a white rag paper, such fine paper but quite odd though, two pairs of eyes stare blank at the piece of paper, with only a sentence written on it. Their eyes flashed through the sentence, it sent shivers down their spines. Their dull expressions cause room stopped moving and the floor beneath them started to fade away as their heart pound against chest. Or was there more to our Fine Paper?