Homeland

Coming to America

     Azélia knocked three times softly on the big white double doors that centered her vision. The white crumbled up piece of paper that had her sisters Kijah's address on it was being tossed around in Azèlia's hands nervously. "6022" She spoke in her unique voice, blasting her accent with the simplest words. Azélia spoke with such pride, even in her home country no one had a voice so strong yet sweet as hers. It was indescribable and so pleasant to any ones ears.

   The grey stone walls, sandy brown wooden deck and grass that was greener than others laid before her. She took a step back from the door wondering if she had come to the wrong house, the house she had been sending letters to for years now. 

   "hol' up somebody at the damn door." A husky manly voice vibrated Azélia's ears. Her pretty light chestnut brown eyes lit up as if someone just asked to marry her. She thought maybe my sister stays here after all.

    "Who is it?!" The same voice blasted even louder this time, she stepped back a little off of the welcome mat taking the leaves out of her puffy dark hair and clearing her throat. "It is i Azélia..."

"Azélia? Sorry you must have the wrong address..." The right door peeled open revealing a tall dark chocolate man who looked as if he was kissed by the sun. His skin glowed while the rays of the sun bounced off of him. "I-I..." she stood their unaware of her next sentence.

     His muscular body had Azélia's full attention for the simple fact that he was standing in the door way without a shirt on. Tattoos danced across his body, one in particular caught Azélia's eye. The words Kijah ran across his left chest with a heart laying lovely by it. "I-I what? Who you here for ?" He snapped his fingers bringing Azélia out of her state of awe.

   "Oh yes...I'm here for Kijah." The man couldn't help but be taken back by her angelic voice. It was soothing to his ears, in such a way he felt pleased. "You mean Kijah" he corrected her pronouncing her name differently.

   "No sir..." she waited for him to give her his name but it took him a while to catch on. "Amiré" He projected leaning on to the door frame with his shoulder and his hand stuffed into his grey Nike shorts. "Kijah is my..."

"Baby who is at the door?" A faint voice moved closer to the foyer. A slim tall figure appeared in the spiral staircase that was directly in front of the front door. She stood at the edge dressed in a red silk robe tied to a knot and her hand resting perfectly on the railing.

  Azélia could not believe the sight before her. Her sister staring back at her as if she was a ghost sent from hell to punish her. In a moment Azélia couldn't even recognize that was her sister by the way she had changed so much. Her skin was more soft and smooth, resembling a caramel complexion. Kijah's hair was different, it was straight and long parted down the middle of her head. Her perfect big lips had been the only thing that stayed the same about her but her dark brown eyes had been covered with a dark green.

     "Kijah..." she said hesitantly stepping closer to the door "I-i don't know you..." Kijah blurted out making Amiré and Azélia's head turn in confusion.  Her mouth hung open watching her sister disown her as if she was...nothing.

   "I have no place to go Kijah! I'm your sis--"

"Close the door Amiré!" Kijah demanded slamming her tiny feet on to the marble floor. "But..." he hesitated at first looking back at a hopeless Azélia who's eyes filled with salty tears. "NOW!"

   The big white door slammed into Azélia's pretty button shaped nose making her stumble back. "What the fuck is wrong wicho ass?! You really gonna' leave ha out there, that girl don't even look like she speak fucking English! It's clear that she knows you--" Amiré raged on about the situation that took place in front of him, he was more stuck on who the girl was other than why Kijah would do that in the first place.