𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟽, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺
𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢📍𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚕, • 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗
𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟹 𝚙.𝚖
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Mi wah guh back a mi bed.
The sun a whap mi from left to right.
In preparations at Uncle Wayne's house. I glanced at my watch, noting the time. It was 12:23 p.m., and we had less than three hours before di people dem start arrive.
The air filled with the scent of freshly baked cupcakes wafted through the open kitchen window.
I went up to main house since the yard was divided into 3. To sum it all up, there are 3 houses built onto each other but it's one yard.
Uncle always rent out the 2 other side house and leave the big one fi family gathering or anything important.
The house on the left is a 2 bedroom while the house on the right is a 3 bedroom with a guest room and then you have the one in the middle which is a 6 bedroom with 3 guess room and a downstairs lounge.
"Amira, yuh check pon di balloons dem yet?" Uncle Wayne shouted from the gate as he head upstairs with some stuff.
"A dat mi ago do!" I replied, trying to sound more enthusiastic than stressed.
Mi a muss slave cause a me alone up as teenager from mawnin a work like seh mi ave masters and Shanti wid ar big back just a wake.
my mind race through the checklist I had meticulously prepared. Despite my calm exterior, mi did a mad out.
The backyard was a colorful display of streamers, balloons, and a large inflatable pool, already filled and glistening under the sun. Shanti, mi cousin, was now busy arranging party hats on the table.
Har big loud laughter infectious as she chatted with Zara who was eating the cupcakes recently baked by aunty Donna.
"Everything good?" I asked, adjusting a few balloons for good measure.
"Yeah, wi almost ready," Shanti replied, giving me a playful nudge. "Yuh excited fi see yuh oman?"
"Move from in front mi" I kissed my teeth before shoving her playfully.
"More like a you excited fi see such girl" I look at her and har smile widened before she turn her back going back to her work.
"Bye" she dismissed me and I laughed before walking away.
"Shanti!"
"Yeah!?"
"Weh aunty Keisha deh!?"
"Inside wid Aunty Melissa, getting dressed. Kill dem dead" Shanti laughed, me joining her before going into the house.
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