Metanoia

Chapter One

"So umm, do you have any past experience?"

"Well, I have a degree in economics and law. I was human rights lawyer with United Nations Human Rights Commission and then there was also this brief project I did in Nairobi with the World Bank." I replied.
But all I could do was stare at the wall behind her. This has to be the strangest place I ever gave an interview at, it was small square room the walls of which were covered which ever covered top to bottom with Channing Tatum pictures. Most of which where shirtless.

"Wow, that's really cool. So you must have like got to travel a lot and shit right huh, I was wanted to do something cool like that you know be all adventure-y. Anyways I don't really get what you're doing here, applying for this job. You should be in Ghana or Bangladesh or some place like that helping people, being all lawyer-y." She said giving me a look as if I was crazy.

"Lizzie, but you see I'm perfect for this, I might not have been a part of this industry but you see I have all the qualities for the job. My past work experience has taught me organisation, leadership and presentation. And this three things will help me be an excellent wedding planner."

"You know you're really good, with the whole convincing thing but I'm not sure I can do much. And btw call be Liz" She said getting up. "I'll have to check with my mom, so I'll get back to you." She said with a pitying smile.

God, that Liz reminded me of those dumb blonde cheerleaders in chick flicks, not that she was dumb. She was just preppy and seemed like those eternally happy happy who were always bubbly, complete with the halter neck floral top and flouncy skirt she was wearing.

"Hi Aaron! Come on I'm done." I said calling out my nephew who was sitting on the reception with his  rubics cube. Unlike the room that I just came out of, the rest of the office seemed decent. "So I found us this place right on the ocean side, we can move out of the motel now. How does that sound?" All I got from him was an uninterested look and a nod, he was still busy with his cube which he would shuffle and solve all day long.

The rest of the day went in us moving into the house, it was simple two bedroom and bath house over looking the Atlantic Ocean which I had taken on lease from the local broker. Setting up the house was pretty easy, it was already furnished and all be had brought with us were clothes which I had just stuffed in the closet. And Aaron din't really care to seem much about it either. For a nine year old he was pretty quite, all he did the entire day was play with is cubes; which he had in all sizes from two by two to five by five, and eat mac and cheese, which was fine by me because it was one of the few things I could actually cook.

Moving to Province town, Cape Code from New York had been really unplanned add to it me having to babysit my nephew. I had barely spent any time with him other that the yearly visits during the holidays, that too I used to try and cut them short. I was never a family person. It's not that my parents hated me or there was some sort of resentment. It was plain simple difference of opinions, plus I'm not the monogamous type of person, I'm the living in hotel rooms, on take out food and workaholic person.

However, this past week has shown me how different he is from his mother, my elder sister Arya. She was the clichéd party girl, the wild child because of which unsurprisingly she got pregnant at nineteen and by twenty she ran away leaving Aaron with my parents. Honestly I wasn't surprised when she left, and nor did I blame her. She was never the motherly type, or the type to settle down and when it happened I was indifferent about, like I am about for most of the things. Maybe that's my problem, indifference.

It was next day morning, after our breakfast of some fruits that I had bought from the local market, coffee for me and milk for Aaron that I received a call from Lizzie.