One In A Million

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

26/07/2014

It's been a while that I haven't write or send something to my grand mother who's living in New York, so far away from me and my mom.  I loved her so much.  I can't forget how she was looking after me and taking care of me when my mom and I were still living in New York.  When my mom had to work late or make overtime to get a little extra on her pay, I had to stay at grand ma's house, and she would always cook some delicious choco cookies for me, and her incredible beef lasagna for the dinner.  I'm so sure that I've been gifted these cooking skills through her, and so does my mom.  I've always kept in touch with her, even after that mom moved to Germany and started her new life here.  I tried to call her as much as I could, but the International calls being so expensive, so I only had the Sundays to talk a little bit more and hear her sweet voice.  Yes, her sweet and so kind voice, a voice that could appease me anytime, and remove some of my pain.  I always wrote to her every 2 or 3 weeks, sending her postcards of Berlin when I was still leaving there, and send her a lots of souvenirs from Dortmund when I moved here.  Jane, my grand ma, was the old stylish one, not paying attention to the new technologies, oh yes.  My cousin who lived in New York bought her an Ipad and taught her how to use it, how to send emails and the instant messages applications, but grand ma didn't like it.  She preferred to write with the own hands in the traditional way.  She loved to write me long letters, with perfumed papers, ink pen, and always send me a gift.  The last time she send me a New York varsity oversized tee that I'm using as a sleeping wear, and I totally love it.  Every U.S stuffs that I had in my apartment came from her.  It was a way to remember of where I came from, New York, The Bronx, the city of mine, that I loved, and where I spend a marvelous childhood, despite the real life difficulties and money struggle.

It was a Saturday, and it was so hot with a beautiful blue sky, a very hot sun, and dry air that was hitting my shoulders and face.  I never thought that it could be that summer could bs that hot in Dortmund, so I decided to wear a casual strapless pink red, in which I was feeling very comfortable.  I was walking at a normal pace, and was almost near to reach the post office, so as I kept on walking, I opened my bag and looked for the enveloppes and little parcel box I had to sent in my bag,,when I heard someone calling my name from behind.

"Brooke..." I heard this masculine voice, yes I felt my ears were sharp like a wolf, that voice did that to me, because I knew who it was.  I turned my back and saw that Marco walked at a fast face to join me.  He still had this beautiful smile formed on his face, the same that he always had when he was seeing me.  I couldn't help and smiled at him back, even though that it was quite surprising to see him there.

"Hey Brooke." Marco said again with a satisfied voice tone as he was now in front of me, and took off his surely expensive sunglasses.  He didn't changed at all since the last time I saw him, still so cute and had his skin a bit tanned. 

"Marco, hey." I just answered as I kept on smiling continuously at him. 

"How have you been.” Marco asked me.

“Oh, I’m doing great, thanks and what about you, and what are you doing here?” I asked curiously.

“I’m great too, and I have to go to the post office to send these parcel boxes to my friends in London.” Marco answered as he shown me two white boxes in his hands.

“So footballers go by their own to the post office, it’s something new I just learned.” I answered on a joking voice tone and a little laugh, causing Marco to smile even more, oh yes his smile at the corner of his mouth. 

“I don’t know if it’s the case for the others, but yes I do everything on my own, post office, shopping, cooking, and so much more.” Marco replied.  The way he answered just made me laugh a little bit more, making Marco to continually stare at me and smile, or more like he was appreciating my laughs or something like that.  As he keep on looking at me, I felt that my eyes couldn’t detached of him, I kinda was fascinated by him, so strange.  I forgot all the anger I previously had against him, because he hasn’t text me or called me.