Emotions and...Emotions
Here I am driving to a parking lot which is let me precise, one kilometre away from the place where I should have already been, with a phone which keeps buzzing.
We don't need a genius to know who keeps calling me like this, my kind-hearted but punctuality freak of a bestfriend.
It is at least ten times I hear my ringtone nonstop.
God I know I love this song but Serena is really making meto despise it.
You should be asking why the hell I'm not picking the phone.
Very simple. One, I am driving. Two, I will lose precious time with explanations when I can be driving to reach the parking lot quickly and three if I answer the phone she will just start yelling at me and when I finally reach the mall she will yell at me again so why not just skip the phone yelling and keep it when we meet in person, cause I will definitely be at the receiving end of her anger.
I finally arrive at the parking lot which is a little creepy. I get out of the car and send Serena message to tell her that I'm okay and that I will be there soon.
That's the biggest advantage of text message, you don't have to face the person and can still communicate with the latter. I thank the guy that invented that.
Fortunately I do not have to wait long to get a taxi. I get in and tell the driver my destination. I don't think I will enjoy walking this distance in high heels. I hate these. I put them just because Serena has asked me to do so. Apparently, I should be a little classy for the meeting. And I accept her proposition just because I thought there will not be much to walk from the 'mall's parking lot' to the restaurant. I already know that I am Miss Clumsy, I don't have to make scene like walking one kilometre in high heels and break my ankles to prove it.
I take a look at my wrist watch. It is not even eleven in the morning and I already have a hell of a day.
I sigh deeply.
"Hard day Miss?" I hear the driver asks.
I give him a small smile.
"Ohh you have no idea and the worst I don't think its over yet." I reply softly.
He chuckles lightly.
"Why such pessimistic thoughts my dear? You should not think like that. You are young, beautiful, I think that you should take everyday as a challenge. If with a small smile like this you blow me away my child, I'm sure you can kill any bad day with a full smile of yours." he says sincerely.
"Thank you." I reply shyly.
"You are welcome but I'm just stating a fact."
We stop at a red light. Our eyes connect in the rear-view mirror. This old man has something which seems familiar to me. It is as if we are related or something, but I definitely feel a connection with him.
"It is hard to believe how much you resemble her." he says with a sad tone still staring at me.
"Who?" I ask curiously.
"My daughter." he replies his voice full of emotion. "I don't know where she is or if she is still even alive." his voice cracks at the end.
I cannot help but think about my parents, especially my father. I do not really think about him often, it is mostly my mother as I was very young when he died. But I remember how he called me, his nick name for me, I was his 'sweet doll'. I can still hear his fading voice calling for me to kiss him goodnight, I just did not know that it would be the last time I would kiss my dad.
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