7 Weeks

Prologue

It was Monday.

And everyone hated Mondays.

There are a lot of reasons why.

School. Work. Deadlines.

You name it, Monday has it.

But one girl love Mondays.

That girl lives right around Hedges Avenue by Mermaid Beach in Queensland, Australia. Her house was near by the beach, and unlike others- she was living pretty well off. She gets to sleep in her queen-sized lavender bedroom filled with her ukulele collection and her keyboard along with loads of stuff toys on the side. Her room was just one of the five bedrooms in her house with a pool and footsteps away from the beautiful deep blue shade of sea.

But that wasn't why she loved Mondays. It wasn't because she gets to wear her favorite school uniform or the fact that she has extra music classes to take for the day no- it wasn't because of those things but it was because who arrives on Mondays.

"Honey!" A sudden call comes from downstairs. "Come down now you're going to be late!"

"Just a second Mommy!"

With one final look at herself in her full body mirror she runs down the floating wooden L-shape staircase running straight towards their open kitchen design with marble island counter tops and clean marble tiles as well. She sees a woman wearing her apron with her blonde wavy locks flowing up until her buttocks. She lets out a devilish smile before slowly creeping and greets the latter with a good morning back hug.

The victim lets out a gasp, making her giggle victoriously. "Gotcha mom."

"That's not nice! I almost dropped my spatula!"

"Well I'm happy that you still have amazing reflexes." She beams.

"Go and sit on the breakfast table, this will be done in a second."

"Wait where's-"

And as if on cue- the luxurious wrought iron with glass double doors opened and revealed a woman in brown shade, shoulder-length hair carrying her Celine 16 custom made hand bag, her Michael Kors 3-inch sandals with her full business suit in grey box wood charcoal tone.

"Mæ̀!" The girl speaks in her other mother's native language and calls her mom.

"Mee noi!" The latter calls her back in her nickname.

The girl rushes towards the main hall of their three-story house to run to her mother's arms. "You're home!"

"I am home every Mondays."

And that's why she loved Mondays. Because on Mondays- her family is once again complete, and for a eighteen year-old Ella Park, it's all she could ask for.

Her Mondays are filled with happy talks as she listens to her mother talk about her business trip and about the places that she needed to visit for work while she waits for the latter to finish cooking. Her Monday breakfast always contained all of her favorite foods, bacon, eggs and toasted bread. Even though her mother hates it down to her last bone, she manages to prepare her salad with avocado dressing.