Today was finally the day Geneva would go back home. It's been long she went back, since she went home. She had mixed feelings about her departure ,happy she would be going back home but sad she would be leaving the place connected to her most happiest moments.
Geneva's childhood wasn't the sweetest, it wasn't like any other kid who grew up with love or care. Instead she grew up with shame and stigma.
All the harassment and insults, beatings and yells. No normal human being could bear it all.
So surprised how she got through it .....
But she did
Geneva couldn't figure out how so but she got her answers one day.
It was because she never gave up......
It was because she didn't let people comments break her
......
It's because she held onto God even when things were getting harder......
At that time no one was there for her except him.
Ever since she came to Italy she became closer to him, he taught her how to love, to forgive, to let go and he is mending her to become the better person he wants her to be.
Ohh how much he loves her.
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fter spending time with God, she walked up to the bathroom with two towels in her hand after 20 minutes she was done with bathing .
Coming out of the bathroom, with her toiletries, she put them in her small suitcase that was the only thing remainimg for her to pack . After she was done, with a towel strapped round her and her head, she walked over to her dressing mirror.
The now 26 year old Geneva was a striking dark beauty goddess , 51 inch tall beauty, with glowing caramel skin, and petite body that could easily go for a model.
She sat down on the stool next to the mirror and applied her skin care products on her skin. There after she proceeded to her bed where her clothes were carefully placed. It was a beige turtle neck top with white trousers.
She wore the clothes satisfied with how she looked in the dressing mirror, she lastly wore her cream heels. Next She started off with a simple makeup consisting of her moisturizer, primer, concealer, powder , a little touch of blush then lastly her mascara and lipgloss.
The brown long braided fell to her waist when she removed the towel holding it up. She styled it into a doughnut and left two at the front, she gelled her front edges, sprayed perfume and was about to pick a jelwery when and heard a knock on the door.
"You can come in zoey no need to knock like you own the whole hostel"
Geneva yelled peering at the displayed set of earrings she was debating on which to wear.
Zoey opened the door a little peeping in the room
Geneva turned to face the face that opened her room door and eye rolled at this custom act of her friend.
"Don't you give me that look, I don't know if you just came out of the bathroom". she said before walking in.
Surprised but her friends response, Geneva only laughed
"If I just came out of the bathroom then I wouldn't tell you to come in dom dom".
"Anyways" zoey replied before jumping into Geneva's soft bed .
"You look great and you should wear the red earring."
"Ohh thank you", Geneva half screamed before taking the bee shaped earrings she got on Valentine's day and wore it, then with the matching bee chain She turned to look at zoey sitting on the bed with her blue flowery dress gown,crop black leather jacket and black heel boots smiling sadly with tears forming in her eyes.
Geneva ran and jumped on her giving her a tight hug.
she knew why zoey wanted to cry .
She would miss her and all her tantrums. Staying late all night binge watching horror movies, looking for the Italian cab man-Antony's trobule .cheering her up anytime she was down. Praying for her and with her. She was like her sister only with fair skin, shorter, and slimmer.
"Enough of the hugging", zoey managed to say admits sobs.
"Mr Antony is waiting for you, you have to get going, your Plane is leaving soon".
"I will miss you"
"Me too"
"Now enough of the tears"
zoey said releasing her self from Geneva's hug and getting up
"Ok"
Geneva stood up before cleaning her tears with the back of her hands not thinking about her 20minites makeup, picked her suitcase she had fully packed and her handbag.
Zoey took the other suitcase and went outside the room.
With the suitcase latched to her hand Geneva looked at her dorm room once again. She would miss all the memories attached to her room .
"Let's go Geneva"
zoey called her out from her thoughts from the door
Geneva sighed before walking out of the room and closing the door........
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NOT MY IDENTITY
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