Pillars

Chapter 3

    I got home thinking about Ethan and everything we talked about, especially the part of his parents being overprotective of him. I thought about how fun it would have been if my parents were alive. My dad always wanted me to lead no matter where I find myself. I remember him telling me that he wanted me to reach the peak of my education and me to be the boss of myself. My father  had always wanted to prove to the world 🌎 that training a girl child is training a nation, he wanted me to sit among men and be their leader. He promised to see me through and help me overcome my fears.                   

    I once regretted being a girl during school days because of the way the boys bullied the girls. When I come home crying to my dad, he will always beat me and tell me to go back and stand my ground. I guess that was the only lifetime training he was able to give me before he died. My mum was the workaholic though she tried to create time to teach me how to cook. My childhood was not that bad until death came to steal my parents. I laid down on my bed trying to see things the way it is until my phone rang. "Hello",I said sarcastically trying to figure out the voice. "Hi, Davina, this is Ethan." Realizing who it was, I jerked  back to reality "Ethan,how are you doing, I just got back home.I am good,just wanted to check on you and know if you got home safe". Yeah,I did, wondering why he should call to check on me besides I wasn't his girlfriend . He hung up after stuttering some words and saying something like sweet dreams. The thing is guys,I like Ethan as a friend and not the other way round besides I have  a boyfriend, Kyle. I stared at my written goals pasted on my wardrobe and noticed that I haven't accomplished anything. At that moment,I needed someone to push and encourage me. I needed someone that I could cry and complain to, suddenly I started feeling the loss of my parents like the fresh days. Tears welled up in my eyes again and for the first time in four years after promising myself not to mourn their death,I did. I felt the heaviness again and poured down the tears, I cried out loud thinking it will make me feel better. Although, it did but it made feel alone and empty. I picked up my phone and dialed my "never available"boyfriend.
      "Hello"wishing he will pick his call not his annoying secretary. "Hey,babe, he said with a tinge of excitement in his voice. "Hi", I replied almost inaudible. "Are you okay? Your voice seems choked.

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