Closing my bedroom door behind me I walk to my bed and fall face first into my blankets. Still face down in my bed I slide my arms out of my backpack and let it hit the floor with a thud. Lifting my head up I could tell Mrs. Santos was in my room since my clean laundry was folded on the chair next to my bed.
I don't know a whole lot about Mrs. Santos. I know she is in her late fifties and is a gentle woman. Her First name is Cynthia, Cynthia Santos to be exact. She is married, never had children though. I'm not sure why, but Mrs. Santos says that I am a close enough daughter for her to be happy. Dad hired her to help look after our house and me once Mom started working again. Santos cleans my room, does my laundry, helps me with my online schoolwork, and brings me snacks during it all. She's a sweet lady with a good vintage heart.
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Grabbing a fresh change of clothes I walk into my bathroom to take a well deserved shower. Placing my folded clothes on the counter next to the sink I start the shower on. While waiting for the water to heat up I undress. Slowly walking to my shower I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. Long blonde hair that seems to have way to many baby hairs, blue eyes and pouty lips. Looking at my waist I can tell I need to lose a few pounds. Maybe I can move those pounds to better regions. Haha not!
Finally tearing my eyes away I fully get into the shower and let the hot water hit rain over me. Getting my hair wet I reach for my makeup removing face wash and a washcloth. I hate leaving the shower looking like a raccoon. Scrubbing my face I quickly move onto my hair with my coconut shampoo. Washing my hair my mind begins to scramble through my memories.
I remember the wedding, dad and moms, Albert and Colin were there.
Albert and Colin.
Lord knows how I miss those two. Colin went off to college a year after the wedding. Saying that he needs to study more about global communications and economy. Whatever that means. Now he is head of Dad's travel sales team. Colin is in Japan right now. He comes back every holiday season. Thanksgiving all the way through the new year. Its great! He beings so many presents since I'm his "favorite niece" well, only niece actually. Dad wants to pull his hair out every time we are together. We cause too much trouble he says.
Albert is a different situation. He doesn't come around very often anymore. It is almost impossible to get a hold of him. Sure he left me his number and told me to call whenever I need him. I have tried too. But I never got anything back. Dad isn't too fond over Albert anymore due to the incident. I don't know the entire story but something happened. It was nasty to watch at nine years old. That was the worst time of my life with Dad. Lots of calls, lots of yelling. I went to work with dad that day. Albert and Dad got into a fight at work. It was a week before Christmas and everyone was ready for Santa to come. I was sitting on dad's lap while we played ISpy online. Daddy's office phone rang and Dad answered it. There was an exchange of words then dad excused himself from his office. I sat in Dad's office while he was in Albert's office next door. I could see through the glass wall that dad was red in the face and so was Albert. They both were yelling and I could hear the muffled words. It sounded like you were underwater and someone was talking. Albert caught me watching and walked over and let the blinds drop to the floor officially blocking my view. A few minutes later I watched Albert all but walk out of his office with his bag and was gone.
