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real life.
˖𓍯ꕤ*. - IMANI'S MOTHERS HOUSE ! -
| a month later |
"mommy, come on! everyone's coming home for thanksgiving and i can not deal with the whole bitchy older sister act that Irene is gonna put on." i whined, peeling the skin off of the potatoes.
"hey! don't talk about your sister that way! you know she means well. she feels responsible for you two that's all." my mom softly said as she cut up the potatoes and put them in a pan.
i rolled my eyes and continued to peel the potatoes, putting them aside for my mom to cut.
she was right, Irene does mean well. Irene is a bit more...tough on all of us than our actual mom is. Ida and i quite literally cheered when she left for college and found her own pathway that she hasn't been home since. this is her first time in three years that she's actually deciding to come back for the holidays and apparently she's brought a guess.
"look, all i'm saying is that it's the holidays, baby." my mom paused with her cutting and turned to me, taking the potato out of my hand and putting it aside. "can't you guess just get a along for two days? you haven't spoken in three years." she frowned.
i sighed, "when is she supposed to be coming? you know, so i can prepare Ida and all." i pursed my lips, crossing my arms.
mama bit her lip to hide her smirk. "four, so be prepared, yes?" she raised her eyebrows, placing her hands on my arms to give them a tight squeeze.
i sighed once again and slide the bowl of peeled potatoes over to her. "i'm done, i'm gonna go get Ida and tell her it's her turn." i walked away from her, picking up my phone on the way and checking my notifications.
there were a few from Bk and couple from the group chat but my eyes were immediately drawn to Gio's messages of her wishing me a happy thanksgiving.
i smiled slightly, pausing my steps to text her back.
"why are you smiling at your phone like a weirdo?" Ida stood there in her pjs munching on a bag of chips with her phone underneath her armpit. "did your girlfriend text or something?" she smirked.
i rolled my eyes, "mom needs you for your half of cooking," i started to walk past her but stopped, snatching the bag of chips from her hands. "and we both know i have no girlfriend." i glared playfully.
