Perfect SCARS

6

If ever I had seen a big house, it would have been in a movie or in one of our story books..
Not ever in my life have I ever come across a house this beautiful, let alone enter it

I lived in the slums for a long time before I moved to the foster home, this might be my thrid home but it definitely the most intriguing and my favorite

I glanced at the gigantic duplex in front of me and stared continuously with my mouth wide open. Philip notice I was taken by the beauty in front of me and as sweet as he was or pretending to be. He asked me to take my time and I did

The living room was filled with everything shinning, a big TV was placed on the wall with chairs that one could easily sink in surrounding the room, there's a dinning at a far end and a kitchen adjacent to it

The stairs was adjourned to one side of the wall and it was made with fancy tiles..... The whole room was beautifully decorated and also very big.. I don't even know how to describe it..

    "Angel when you are ready, I'll like to show you your room so you can take your bath and rest "

"OK sir"

I moved round the house, the dinning the kitchen,The bar,  the veranda everything downstairs I  didn't want to be too forward I am still very new at this place. I don't want to get my new guardian upset at all

So after I have fed my eyes to my satisfaction I went to the living room

".  Am ready to see my room sir "

"Ok follow me "

I followed him with the hopes that we were going somewhere upstairs but sadly we were heading somewhere downstairs

So right beside the kitchen he pulled open a door and walked into it

It was a narrow room with a single tiny bed against the wall beside the window and nothing else it

I felt down instantly, I didn't expect this kind of room in this mighty house, it is too tiny and too empty and too simple to be in this house.

I turned and he was gone, he said something but I was too lost to have heard...

I stood and analyze the room... It was really small, the celling fan was rolling lazily and the mattress  was laying by one corner,  the room was painted in dull gray. It was almost crappy not like kofi's house but I didn't like the way the room looked. It looked like it was made for maid

There was no wardrobe to arrange my clothes but I carefully placed my bag in one corner....... And then I sat on the bed and looked at the room again

There's no toilet or bathroom adjourned to this room the only door here is the room that leads back to the pathway, next to the kitchen and then the living room

After thinking for a while, I walked out of the room and went back to the living room to meet him Sitting by the  bar with a glass in his hand and punching endlessly on his phone

I wanted to tell him about my bedroom situation but I don't even know how to start...

I don't know if I should call him daddy or uncle or Mr Philips... I really don't know what to start this request with
..

     "Er... Er Excuse me sir "

"Yes sweetheart do you need something "

"No sir, I mean yes sir... In my room I mean my new bedroom. There's no ehhm... "

"What you don't like it"

Of course I don't like it but that would be too forward.. I will just tell him later

"No ehm I do like it but there's no bathroom  and toilet in my room "

"Ohh that's true but dont worry .. You will be using the guest toilet over there "

He points at the door almost towards the end of the room across the living room and heading outside

"That one "

"Yes that one, "

He took another sip of his drink

"sir.. Is mommy not coming home tonight  "

"Who's mommy "

"Mommy that you came together... To the.... Foster care... "

"Tris..... Who told you Tris is your mom ".

"I... I thought "

"You thought what... Look Tris is not your mommy or something.. You have no business with her. So if you are calling Tris mommy what would you call me "

I chew my tongue as not to say another wrong word. I just asked this questions out of curiosity nothing more

"Would You have called me daddy too"

I bowed my head slowly... Of course I would have called him daddy... What else would you call the person that adopts you.... Guardian doesn't seem appropriate  calling him dad is what anyone could have done
And he can't blame me for using those words too soon, am too desperate for parental attention and affection.. I could easily attach it to him because I really wished he was my dad at that time

"Ohhh No... Am not your dad, I didn't bring you here to be nursing you or anything of such.. I brought you here to help me with things around the house as you can see.. It's too big and I can't tend to it on my own.. So that's why you are here to help with stuff around the house "

Does this mean that am an house help
But how could he come to a foster home and adopt a maid it doesn't make any sense... The system would never allow it, he must be joking or something.....

"Mr Philip.... I have another question pls"

"Of course you do... Little Miss know it all, but i  do not have the time and energy for that.. Go play somewhere and stop disturbing me "

I looked at him, waiting for him to tell me this is only a joke...
Few hours ago he was telling me to trust him that he would take good care of me... Is this what he meant. I can't believe this
Where's the sweet talker I met earlier today...