Daughter of the Irish

Chapter Four

Chapter 4-

"Very good Kiana!" Samantha cheers. She was showing me math at the moment, which according to her I excelled at.

"Thanks Sammy! Can we learn something harder now?" I ask.

"Although you are over your grade in your education level, I think we should stick to this for now." She suggests.

"If you say so." I shrug as she Hands back my paper, "Hey, wanna hear a secret?" I whisper.

"Sure sweetie." She smiles kindly.

"There was a mystery man kissing my mommy." I tell her before leaning away from her ear.

"Kia, your mom, well, she's been um." Samantha stutters searching her brain to find the right way to tell me. I know she's going to say my mother is dead. I'm well aware of that.

"No silly I didn't mean it that way!" I giggle.

"Oh, good. I was considering calling your therapist." She teases.

"I found a picture and she's kissing a blonde boy. But I don't know who he is." I tell further.

"Oh. Have you asked your grandparents?" She wonders.

"They yelled at me and sent me to my room." I inform.

"Perhaps you weren't supposed to see it. Don't take it to heart." She says.

"That's ok. I'm just curious about who he is." I say.

"I have no idea but don't worry about it." She says.

"Sammy." I say.

"Yes?" She asks.

"Do your parents like each other?" I wonder.

"Of course, they're married." She says.

"If they weren't married does that mean they aren't in love?" I ask.

"Not necessarily. Why so many questions?" She questions.

"I was just thinking." I mutter.

"About?" She wonders.

"My daddy and mommy." I state.

"Right. Did they both-" She stops mid sentence.

"If you're asking about my parents it's ok. I'm not uncomfortable talking about it." I reassure nodding. I'm not, it's not like the world doesn't know about the Jacobson girl and how she got in a head on collision with a truck while her kindergardener was in the car. Those memories don't haunt as much in the day, when I can hide them in the back of my mind.

"Did they both die in the car crash?" She ends.

"No. I've never met my daddy." I shake my head smiling.

"Does that worry you or make you sad?" She asks.

"You're not the therapist Sammy." I giggle.

"I know Kia. Just wondering." She says.

"Ok." I say.

"Well, I guess tutoring is over for today. There's not much more we can do and you did exceedingly well on your test today! I'll see you again tomorrow Kia girl!" She smiles grabbing her bag and shoving all her papers in.

"Already?" I ask.

"Yeah I'm sorry! I'll see you soon though." She tells.

"Ok! I'll walk you out!" I say skipping beside her. She smiles back at me as we walk to the door.