Perfect SCARS

7

He didn't bring me here to be his daughter
He brought me here to be his help
He should have just said am his maid that would have made alot of sense
That explains the tiny room

I don't want to be anyone's assistant or help or maid or whatever
I want to be properly taken care of like a daughter, not the other way round or is that too much to ask for

That must explain why Mrs Lawrence was smiling like a goat on a runway earlier.
She knew exactly what she was doing and I had been so stupid to see for myself what is really going on

He called me Angel, treated me nicely and brought me here to be his house help.
No way I will not agree to this nonsense, I will now wash, clean, cook, run errands everyday, I was complaining about the foster home, I wasn't asking for something worse... I definitely wasn't expecting this.. We were kept in the Foster home to avoid us from being slaves to others just because we don't have anyone but somehow right under my nose I was sent to a rich home to be a slave

Me.... What about my dreams, what about my future... What about all my plans to become a successful Lawyer.. What about it.. How does being a slave put me in the direction towards achieving my dreams

I stayed awake for a long time thinking about the situation of things and how I am carefully going to tell mr Philip all of this tomorrow morning...
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People have always told me that I am a very bright and intelligent child because I could think for myself and face anyone with confidence... I hope to put on that boldness inside of me and tell mr Philip to return me back to the Foster care if he knows he doesn't want me to be his daughter

As much as I admired him and wish to be under his roof for a long time, I just cannot accept the fact that I would just be doing dirty dishes and laundry for the rest of my life 
That is not even possible

By morning, I woke really early being used to our system of waking up in the Foster home but a little bit late than usual..

I opened my eyes slowly, somehow imagining that something must have changed overnight and all that ugly part was just a sick nightmare

A huge part of me wants to believe that Mr Philips is truly my father and I am in a huge bedroom upstairs with a large comfortable bed with pink and white bedspread, and a dressing mirror at one end with a huge wardrobe with all the amazing clothes and shoes that I love

But when my eyes opened fully.. The first thing I saw was the noisy fan  rolling lazily on the celling.. I made a loud hissing sound as I sat up from the bed.... Looking at this gray walls I felt sad

Unlike our hostel room painted blue, with lot's of people roaming around and noise pouring in by this time, this room of mine was awfully quiet except from the fan rolling like a worn out train the house was dead quiet

I hissed again... This place would have been good for Binta but honestly it would have been perfect for Mary. Why did I ever think that dragging this spot could change my life for the better

Mary could have enjoyed reading those are heavy books in this place and she likes doing chores. This was her rightful place... All this are what I intend to discuss with mr Philip this morning

He should know that he's got the wrong girl  .... I don't have time for this and I am also very lazy... Mary is the right candidate. He should go back and pick her and drop me there.. Simple

I wish it could have been that simple

I walked out of my empty room and head inside the kitchen
It was like coming out of the slum and entering a palace

The kitchen was so on point, everything in it was either brown or cream... It was absolutely adorable.. I went through the shelves and it was fully stocked with all sorts of food, a door at the extreme end must be the back door and another door on the other side must be the store room

I opened the fridge and shut it back quickly.. I don't know if I can control myself from touching one of those mouth watering things inside the fridge

"Oh good morning Angel.. You  Are awake "

I froze on the spot and turned to face him slowly, he's wearing his pyjamas and bedroom slippers

"Good morning sir "

I stuttered

"Morning, am glad I didn't need to wake you before you woke up, that's very good .... So what are you making this morning "

"Making as how "

"Breakfast of course... I leave for work by 7 and I need you to make something quickly "

"Me..... "

"Is there anyone else here.... Stop acting dumb because I know you are not... Now hurry and put something together... I don't have time "

He walked out of the kitchen and I heard his footsteps mount the stairs.. He's going to work and I have to make breakfast.. So what if I don't know how to cook

I cooked bunch of nonsense while I was still leaving with Kofi and few months ago I was assigned to the kitchen.. To assist the cook in the kitchen.. I only know how to make a few dishes

Only five of us were assigned to the kitchen, me, Victor, Mary, Success and Binta
Come to think of it, the three girls from kitchen duty were brought together to mr Philip yesterday but how would he have known this if not  through that wicked pig faced director of ours.. Mrs Lawrence

She was aware from the start that Mr Philips wasn't looking for a child but for a maid
She tricked us.... That selfish woman