This story is purely fictional ,
Formed out of my own imagination.
Please on no account should anyone try to copy it or change any thing without first seeking my permission, I have put so much time and effort into writing this , please be modest enough to know what is wrong and what is right.
#unedited.
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Chapter one
15years away from my hometown
Looking out the window, staring intently at the now shabby looking trees which I had once thought was the tallest tree I had ever seen.
Today , 23rd of December, as much as I would love to wallow in denial, I have to admit that coming home for the holiday wasn't quite a bad idea,
I missed it here..
Mom and my sister Isabella had always visited me in Chicago but for the past 15years I hadn't stepped my feet in Ohio,
I can't point out my actual reason
But all I remember is that I dreaded the thought of returning home,
Maybe because it reminds of struggling as a kid after my dad left,
Well all i can say is , whatever made me stay away from home for this long is gone.
I hope to take the habit of returning every year, mom would love that , she had grown weary of begging me to come home,
Ever since I got accepted Into a University in Chicago I hadn't returned ,
Mom always found her way to me wherever I am ,
I had taken various part-time jobs ,
I had seen myself through college
As well send money home to mom for Isabella's schooling
Mom had a small coffee store which sustained them along side .
Anywhere I went, people had always complimented my looks ,
Most people would Ask if I was a model,
I had always found it funny,
In my final year in University
my best friend made me audition for a modelling job ,
At first I considered it ridiculous,
He had went As far as purchasing
The online form for me and filled it in and all I did was audition at Andre modelling company and I got hired on the spot, that was the turning point of my life,
The salary was beyond any I had previously earned ,I had tried convincing mom and Isabella to move down to Chicago but they wouldn't agree.
Well here I am in Ohio.
My mom's horrible singing brought me out of my memory lane,
I smile at the thought of her dramatically waving her hands and singing in the kitchen ,
Her voice had actually woken me up very early in the morning, alongside her constant nagging me to get a wife .
My mother had made it a point of duty to introduce me to all the young ladies in the entire neighborhood, as much as I've missed here,
I can't wait for the holiday to come to an end so I can go back to chicago, back to my job and back to my life.
My name is Youth Benson and I am in ohio !
"Come here honey, lunch is ready" , my mom says as she gently places the tray of dishes on the dinning table.
"Gimme a sec, I need to turn this on " I say as I quickly turn on the t.v , I need a distraction from what is about to happen
the last thing I want is getting stuck with my mother in an endless discussion about getting married.
"Where is Isabella? " my mom asks
"She said she had a date with Eduardo, she left an hours ago" I reply, Eduardo happens to be my little sister's boyfriend, she's so obsessed with him , I don't think I like him,
I gave him quite a hard time till I was sure he really loved my baby sister, no matter how annoying she is , I would never let any asshole toy with her emotions.
"so how do you like your new job ?" Mom asks,
"It's been cool so far, I can't really compare it with the previous one, in Andre's I could model for other organizations outside the company, but at Bransheights I'm strictly not allowed to model for any other company except bransheights itself " I reply calmly,
" I feel a bit happy at the same time sad at this development, I mean, I feel sad because Andre's did grant you the opportunity to meet a hell lot of people including nice , beautiful and responsible ladies of marriageable age and I'm happy because Bransheights is a bigger and a well known fashion modelling company and your salary has doubled up twice on what Andre's paid you" mom says as she shoves a ball of potato in her mouth.
"Mom Can you allow this conversation flow without having you mention marriage? " I grumble
"I will never stop until you find a nice lady to get married to and make babies, you are 31 for godssake youth! " Mom says angrily
Marriage is not for me, I wonder why it's so important to her, if she needs babies , I'd simple adopt one for her, I'm sick of this.
We both stay quiet through the rest of the meal .
