She Dreamed of Her Memories

Chapter six - Confusion

"A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water" - Eleanor Roosevelt

Chapter Six

Can I just ask a stupid question?

What does love feel like?

I asked Jayson before dinner that day and he said,

"You"ll know what love feels like when the time is right."

I groaned. That was obviously not the answer I was looking for. Yes, it was a very weird question, especially for a boy. But his answer to my question didn't satisfy me.

"But I wanna know what it feels like!" I pout.

"Jenna! I'm in the middle of something right now! Go ask a girl! Gosh!"

And with that I wobbled my tiny self out of his room and into my bedroom.

Although I wasn't that type of teenager who sat on their phone all day, there was this app called confusion that I really liked. All you did was ask a question and get answers, or you could answer questions and get rated on how well you answered them.To you it may seem boring. But to me it was a fascinating app. If there wasn't a limit of twenty questions you could ask a day, I'd be asking questions forever. But today I had only one question to ask. I typed in the question box "What does love feel like? How do you know your in love?" Two questions in one but what ever. I was desperate for an answer.

I went back to my phones home screen and went to my contacts. My finger lingered over the contact "Mom".

When me and my mom parted our ways she told me not to call her unless it was a serious circumstance, because she wasn't allowed to talk on the phone at her job training. And I knew texting her was not an option, my mom hated texting, she was a talker. I wanted to hear her voice so badly, she reminded me of home, and dad. I was confused and scared, and even though I couldn't tell her about Rachel, Silas, and about the dream catchers. I could tell her about Jayson and how I was worried about him, and how much I was really enjoying spending time in Florida.

I sighed and turned off my phone. The more I thought about calling mom the more I was really going to do it. And I didn't want to risk her losing another job.

At that moment I heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Someone who's Chinese and has a dick." Jayson calls back.

"Xiumin from the Chinese group Exo-m?"

He opens the door and flicks my head with his finger.

"Dinners ready idiot."

"I'm not an idiot, I just have my slow moments."

"Come downstairs Jen, and my mom said you can't eat Cinna toast O's for dinner."

"Whatever," I grumble "Is Uncle Dao downstairs?"

"Nope." Jayson smiles and winks at me.

Dinner was awkward.

The only noise that we made was the crunching and slurping of our salad and dumpling soup. Nothing like you'd find in a Chinese restaurant near you. This was the real deal. You'd assume that I'm lucky I have a Chinese family, but it sucks. I don't speak Chinese, I have thick hair, and my dad was basically shunned from his family. I don't even know my African American family members either. My mom says she lost contact with her family when she left college, whatever that means. So I don't really know my family. Except for Uncle Dao, Jayson, and Aunt Maria.