"hmmmmm! its really delicious sweetheart!"
she said while still chewing a piece of cupcake that I made
"no doubt about it mrs thompson. Your mouth is still full while talking"
"sophie!"
I hope mrs Thompson didn't get mad because of what she said
"its ok honey. Its the truth. You can't resist talking while eating if you're eating a very delicious food"
"well, I saw many books about foods at your shelf"
"you're a food lover too?"
"yes mam"
ok, these two are getting along with each other
the first hour of our visit was full of random conversations mostly about my parents when they were young and how my dad court mum
... ... ...
"Patrice, I have something to tell you. Its about your dad"
about my dad?
"what is it?"
she then looked at sophie for few seconds that I immidiately get the meaning
"its ok mrs. Thompson. She's my bestfriend"
"ok. First of all, I want to tell you that your dad is a powerful man came from a famous family"
I never thought of that. Dad is a powerful man. what is the meaning of that?
"I know dennise din't tell you about this but you need to know the truth"
"I am one of Monroe's personal lawyers"
why would my mum hide something like this? is she protecting me? from who? from what?
"I know itstoo much but you deserve to know the truth"
she then inhaled calmly then exhaled before she continued
"short story: your grandparents wants to take you"
"what?! I mean I can't! what about mum?"
I can feel sophie's hands comforting my back
"sorry patrice but you see, george is their only son and you're his only daughter. And about Dennise, she's not that close to your grandparents"
"I want to talk to my mum first before making any decision"
"dennise is my close friend too and I want to help her about this turn of events too"
I let out a stress sigh to calm myself first before talking again
"I never met my grandparents and I don't know what kind of people they are"
"trust me patrice, they're kind people"
"then why they wouldn't let my mum come too?!"
"pat"
sophie said worried
"fine. But first of all, what is your side mrs Thompson?"
"even they're my boss, dennise is my close friend. I'm absolutely neutral"
"what should I do first?"
"you can't question their decisions. they're your grandparents afterall"
"no offense but I don't care. My mum raised me alone and I can't leave her like that"
"we still have options"
"what options mrs Thompson"
"stop calling me mrs Thompson. Just call me auntie"
"ok .... auntie"
"now back to the case. You're already 19 and the fact that you can decide on your own, they can't force you to do what they want. You need to meet them first to know them... their side"
"do they hate my mum?"
"I'm not in the place to say anything but if you'll ask me, I think not. Actually they helped your mum many times on starting when your dad passed away"
"then why I never met any of them?"
"to be honest patrice, your grandparents were not that happy when george chose your mum"
that made me sad and proud at the same time. Proud that my dad loved mum without comparing their state of life
"I'm sure Dennise already told you how she met your father ... many times but not telling you the whole story"
"I want to know the story"
"sorry but I'm not in the place to tell you. Ask your mum instead. That's all I want to tell you. Remember to think carefully honey. I suggest you to talk to your grandparents first"
"ok mrs..... I mean aunt"
we then leave her house
I said as we hugged each other.
we decided to sit in one of park's bench first to think
"you ok pat? thats too much"
"I know thats too much and I hate this situation I'm in right now. I don't know the whole story so I'm not sure what to think about my grandparents"
"but she said they're nice didn't she?"
"I hope so"
"don't worry Patrick. I'll always be on you side to cheer you up"
"ok don't call me patrick anymore I'm ok now"
patrick? seriously?
she dialed a phone number on her phone but I didn't bother to ask
"hello! yes! uhmmmmm... you know me better huh? hahaha ok ok! thanks"
"who's that?"
"dave. I invite the gag to my house so you'll come too"
"but....."
"no but but..... I won't let you sleep alone remember that"
"when did you...."
"we're bestfriends remember? you said that to me too remmber? besties"
I wan to cry right now
I hugged her instead. I love this red head.... I'm so glad I have her and..... her hair is beautiful and it smells nice. I wonder what shampoo she's using
"are you smelling my hair?!"
"ooops"
"ok thats weird but I'm weird also so I don't care"
"thanks soph"
"anything for you best"
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chow chow "^.^"
next chapter: Friends
