𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection.
She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nea...
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"Could you walk any slower? Seriously," Mona complained, stomping up ahead of me like an impatient child.
She didn't get excited often; I could probably count on one hand all the times I did see her happy. But I started to notice the few times she was, it was a childlike giddiness.
A laugh and smile so genuine you would find it difficult to imagine she experienced any hardships ever.
"I'm not walking slowly at all," I reminded her, falling into pace with her steps. It only lasted a second before she took off nearly running up ahead again.
We had fallen asleep early and didn't wake up again until two PM. I was supposed to go into the Office but was too unwilling to go back home to change into a suit and confront Grand-perè and Grand-merè. So Mona let me use her laptop to get a few things for work done.
She made me use a guest profile and sat nearby reading. At some point, she swiveled so her feet were on my lap, so I had to rest the laptop on the arm of the couch.
Sometimes I would be tempted to look over and steal glances, and when I did, as if on queue she'd look over as well and hold eye contact so aggressively I had no choice but to look away. Then she'd laugh to herself, winning her quiet competition, and readjust making her feet brush lightly against my crotch.
At four o'clock, when I was still working and she had gotten bored of reading, she disappeared and came back with a chocolate milk-looking shake and a bowl of uncooked sliced vegetables.
I made a mental note to get her an actual meal during dinner.
I continued to work, and when I had to take a call she started chewing as loud as possible; taking slow bites of carrots and cucumbers while making strong eye contact. At one point, it was so loud I was asked if I was eating, in which I had to mute and nearly wrestle the carrot stick out of her hand.
