Scattered Stars

Chapter 29

Birds don't fly, they ride the wind. Fish don't swim they are carried.
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Chapter 29

Naledi

"Ma, I'm going upstairs to help Sandra with some maths and physics." It was early in the morning and I was planning on spending a few of the morning hours to help Sandra out and she did promise to pay me, and then, later on, I would be meeting up with Johan and then Dian.

I could feel myself smiling a bit at the thought of him. I can't believe he opened up to me about so many things, Victoria, his father and the book. I was really surprised to learn they read the Lighthouse Keeper.

The book is or was religiously sacred in our home, I could probably recite the whole thing, my brother Thabang, on the other hand, treated it like a Bible, after my dad died he carried it everywhere with him, read it every single day especially when he went to the grave to visit our father.

"Oh, so that you can go and sneak out and go to your "friend's" house and come back with a black eye?" She sassed.

I groaned and covered my face, the bruise was healing you could barely see it unless you looked really close. " Ma, I said I'm sorry I snuck out but Johan really needed to talk to me, he got into a serious fight with his parents and he needed a friend." Lies. I told her that I left last night to rescue Johan but because it was late at night I ran into a pole.

"Naledi, next time..." She let her thumb and middle finger touch while wagging her index finger.

"I'm going to come up and check on you, waitsi I don't even know why you are helping her, you should be studying I'm sure her parents can afford someone to come and teach her." My mother complained with her hands on her hips.

"Well, I am making her pay." My mother smirked just a bit and gave me a high five.

"Get going then."

"Oh, I have lunch with Johan later today," I said while going out, I didn't wait for a response I rushed into the main house through the back door.

My mom knew about Johan even though she has never met him, I'm always talking about him and he is the one person she lets me see without question because she pities him. She said she could never understand why a parent would want to turn their back on their child because of who they love, regardless of gender.

"I didn't sacrifice nine months of my life, carrying you in my womb, just to turn around and hate you because you don't meet my expectations. Imagine if I had listened to my parents and left your father, I would have never ever experienced so much love and I would have never had you guys and God knows I would do it all over again, it doesn't matter how many floors I have to scrub, you guys are all worth it."

She doesn't have the best relationship with her family, more like, she doesn't have a relationship with her family. Her father was some famous lawyer who would not allow his first daughter to marry a mine worker. He was a coloured man with a lot of pride, he didn't believe my father had it in him to support his daughter especially as a black man during the Apartheid times. My grandmother was black though and I got to meet her once when I was around six years old, she died not long after that, I don't even know what she died of but I know my parents tried to go to the funeral and that caused a huge family fight, so ever since then my mother hasn't spoken to her father, she doesn't even know if he is alive or not but every night I hear her pray that my father looks over him.