After school, I returned home. When I got into my bed, I wanted to lean under my bed, but I had completely forgotten that it had been a year since I had used up my sleep. When I started adolescence, I was traumatized by an event, four year rather my father's best friend, Mark had drugged me at only 14 years old to take advantage of me but luckily he never abused me. But I stayed with this addiction for three whole years. My parents were during my addiction, and had put Mark in jail.
Each time I fell. My parents took me back to the drug center. It's already been a year and two weeks since I ran out of a gram drugs. I felt much better. After sunset, I looked at my alarm clock and saw 5.30 pm posted. A few moments later, I heard my heard my mother's voice say : Dinner is served. With that, I went down and saw the Harira (a traditional Moroccan soup). When I turned to my mother, I said : Mother, this looks really delicious ! I did it with all the love you have for my dear, said my mother with a huge smile. Thank you, I say, smiling back at him.
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Two weeks later, my father invited Saryana and her husband to dinner tomorrow evening. My father told us about it this morning. As for me, as always, I was the best in class with excellent marks as my father desired. But at one point, I was tired of always playing the perfect miss. I wanted to do something different for once when my father told me that I was going to become a lawyer like him, I refused and said that I wanted to be an artist , he said that 'He will disinherit me if I do such idiocy. But I told her that I won't give in.
The next day in the evening, my mother recommended that I wear my blue dress, although it was very simple, it brought out the color of my eyes, it was simply beautiful that evening. My mother wore a beautiful dark red dress and my father was in costume as usual. When Saryana and her husband, Ali. My mother greeted them and told them to please come to the sofa to wait for my father to arrive. In the living room, Saryana saw me and said : Good evening, little sister, how are you ? I sat down at her and said : Very well, it's been at least years that I am no longer addicted to drugs, then everything is fine and you, the life of a couple is fine, I say down Ali does not hear our conversation. Yes very well, I'm very happy with Ali, she said looking at Ali.
With that, I heard a voice behind me, I turned and saw my father, and said : Hello my darling, how are you ? Father, I'm fine, said Saryana, standing up. Okay, and you Ali, how's business going, said my father, shaking his hand. Sir, business is flourishing day by day, said Ali, smiling seriously. Good, said my father, shaking his head. And a few seconds later, my mother tells us that dinner was ready.
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Kaylee-Tome 1
RomanceSince her childhood, Kaylee Akhrif, a young African of Moroccan origin and of European origin lives a fairly simple life, and tries to pretend to be a good girl with her family, little by little when she begins her adolescence, she falls into drug a...