"Welcome to your new home, precious ". The limo diver said.
I step out the limo and follow the driver as he carried my luggage into this mansion that my dad owned in the rich part of Queens New York.
*Flashback*
"Ma why uh a do this now ma. If uh don't clean up uh act mhe ago go a foreign and live wid mhe fada"
"Thats good. Uh a put stress pon mhe and I don't want uh stay with mhe anymore. GET OUT OF Mhe HOUSE AND NEVA COME BACK"
*Flashback ended*
I walked into the house and took a good look around the place. How can a regular Jamaican man move from Kingston, Jamaica to Queens New York and live like Usain Bolt?
"Oh, my sweet likkle daughter. Glad fi see uh eno" My father walked in and hugged me.
His accent is still there.
"Let mhe show uh where uh will be staying from now on."
I followed him up to the third floor of the house.
We walked to the end of the hall.
"This is uh bedroom. I left it mostly blank so uh can decide how uh want to decorate it."
"Across your bedroom, this is uh own personal bathroom for uh only. Decorate how uh please."
"Up further is this empty room. This can be uh workplace, uh beauty place, whatever uh wish."
"Okay so fimi bedroom is on the second floor. And I will leave you to get settle down and meet mhe downstairs. I want to have a chat with uh.
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Some translation.
uh- you
mhe- me
fimi- mine, my
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