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8am.
The morning rays entering the room shine directly on my face, forcing me to stir and open my eyes. I sit up on bed, wondering for a minute why the day feels special. I smile, remembering it's my birthday.
I slide my leg into the flat at the edge of the bed, walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth before heading down the stairs to greet my parent.
"Happy birthday honey." My mom hugged me immediately I stepped into the living room. "My baby is now a big girl," she added smiling.
"Happy Eighteenth birthday Clara Caleb." My father was all smiles.
"Thanks mom, thanks dad." I blushed. "Hey Charles, big sister doesn't deserve a greeting today?" I asked my little brother playfully.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, hapilly birthday to you." My brother starts to sing a birthday song, laughing as he sings.
"Let the birthday girl cut the cake," My mom who had gone to pick the cake from the fridge said settling it down on the centre table.
"Thanks guys, you guys are the best." I blushed, hugging them before cutting the cake.
"So where's the birthday girl going today?" Mom asked putting a slice of the cake in her mouth.
"Jerry is coming to pick me mom, he says he's taking me out today." I replied looking at my mom, we both smiled knowingly.
"That boy, I really like him a lot." My dad smiled
"He's a nice guy, a good boy too." Mom added
"Shouldn't you go and prepare before he comes," my mom said and I nodded running to my room.
9:30am
I stood by the mirror, admiring myself. Light, beautiful, average height and curvy, I know I'm surely beautiful, thanks to my mom and of course, for my long straight hair which I have combed into ponytail.
Red really looks good on me, many people find it absurd when I tell them red is my favorite colour and I don't know why. Not like I care tho, I can never stop loving red.
The short red gown which stops a little above my knee makes me wow, complimenting it with a nude heels and purse, I feel like a queen. I was applying finishing touches to my makeup when Charles came to inform me that Jerry is around.
I rushed to the living room, to find him chatting with my parent. My parents loves him, especially my mom who is the only one that knows he's my boyfriend. My dad thought he's just a friend. I would have loved to tell my dad, but Nigerian fathers can be dramatic sometimes.
"I'm set Jerry, let's go," I said smiling while he bow respectfully to my parent, standing up.
"You guys shouldn't stay too long outside o, come back home early." My mother said, she hates getting back home late.
"Okay mom," I replied blowing her a kiss.
"And buy me pizza when coming please,"Charles said winking.
"I will try," I replied rolling my eyes.
"You are not trying sis, you are buying it." Sometimes, I wonder if the boy is really ten years. He looks taller than his age, with curly hair and he has Dad to thank for that. The only thing we have in common is our light skin and we have both of our parents to thank for that.
"Okay," I replied walking out with Jerry.
"Happy Eighteen years Clara," Jerry said and I smiled. "You are always beautiful but you look exceptionally beautiful today." Jerry complimented immediately we got to his car.
"Thank you," I blushed shyly. "You know you are the most handsome guy on earth," I added. And he sure is handsome especially in the black sweatshirt and black ripped jean he had on, which fitted his dark complexion perfectly.
"Oh my gosh, she's blushing." He smiled
"Stop jhor Jerry," I hit him playfully.
"Ahn ahn, you are no longer my shy Clara anymore o." He chuckled.
"Oya, let's be going, you know we must not get home late," I said sliding into the passenger's seat.
