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TWENTY NINE _______
Noelle
"Thanks for the Target trip. My mind still can't process why there's none in Ireland." I joked out, placing the groceries on the empty dinner table.
After the accidental phone call my older brother had made to Niall Horan during dinner, my father thought it'll be a good idea to ease off my embarrassment by offering to drive me to Target. It had always been my favorite store to shop at since I was a child, so having to re-live that moment really helped ignore the fact that I was also left on delivered by Niall.
"Ireland seems really different from here, doesn't it?" My father asked.
"Y-Yeah. Way different. I can never adjust with the money difference, so I always avoid to shop. It's not as comfortable as here, but that's probably because I was raised here." I laughed it off.
"Yeah, when I'll go visit with your mom for her family, she always got mad at me for sleeping so damn much, but she couldn't understand that I wasn't use to the timezones! It was a wreck over there." My dad admitted.
I smiled at the thought of my father going to Ireland. I know there was a few trips he had taken there in the past before I was born, but he admitted that he hated the jetlags and refused to go after my arrival.
"Well, I see where I get it from. Two years in and I still can't figure it out." I sighed.
"Don't say that, Noe." He elbowed. "You can figure it out. Everything just takes time, I mean, you got a job now! Your mom seemed sure you were going to continue college down there."
I blinked with the thought of college in general. I could've gone to college in Longford, but I felt like my mother didn't understand that the separation really affected any motivation that I had towards my future or anything. I never planned any of it. Even until this day, everything seemed unplanned in my life.
"I don't know." I pursed my lips. "Visiting my friends earlier today made me realize how bad I missed out on college. I mean, it's never too late to go, but education in Europe is just so different from America. I'm not sure if I'm ready." I gulped.
"I'm sorry. I know you wanted to go to college here, but I knew you weren't going to want to be gone so long without your mother and she wasn't going to allow you to stay. I know you were excited for UIC."
"Y-Yeah...I was. I mean, it doesn't matter though, you guys got divorced and my GPA got bad. I wasn't going to be able to qualify for admissions unless I went to community. It's fine." I sighed.
It hadn't been fine. I felt like as I grew older, I began to realize that my parents had scheduled the divorce. While I was living my life and planning my future in high school with my friends, they were hiding an entire different life plan for me. It was like if telling me was going to make things worst. I just found it hard to process that while they were pretending to be happy, they were actually broken inside.
