blooming

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blooming


My father, Don Kalani is a world-renowned surgeon so for a year he'll be doing work around the globe and decided to bring my mom along. This meant I had to stay with Aunt Claire while they took a world tour. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. They deserve it. Initially, they were planning to take me but my mom insisted I stay with aunt Claire to which my father said: "I WILL NOT LET MY DAUGHTER STAY WITH THAT PSYCHOPATH." to which my mom said...

"OH MY GOD, YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOST INCREDIBLE BRIGHT SHINING STAR OF A NIECE."

I jumped and watched as my aunt Claire tripped and tumbled passed the crowded airport, charging straight for me, like a torpedo soaring toward the bottom of the pool. I was the bottom of the pool and she was the torpedo.... in case you needed me to elaborate.

I closed my eyes and prepared for impact.

I felt long arms wrap around me and an extremely warm feeling hit me. She squeezed the air out of me, and before I realized it, she was carrying me in the tightest hug I've ever engaged in.

"Oh my god, MY LITTLE NAOMI." She squealed in my ear. I cringed and squeaked out, "Hi Auntie." before she let off her death grip and held me out and inspected me. She stared at my nose and mouth and eyes and held my chin with her thumb and pointer finger. I stared back awkwardly and smiled. My aunt Claire was a beautiful woman. She looked a lot like my mom but she had dyed her hair blonde and clearly had some work done. Her hazel eyes remained kind and warm just like my moms.

"Goodness, you got boobs and curves. If I had your body I wouldn't have done up my own." She let out a laugh and grabbed my hand.

We walked out of the airport after collecting my bags from baggage claim and walked into the large parking lot.

On the way home, Claire talked and talked and talked and talked about her new boyfriend and about everything she wanted to do with me and stuff we could do at the house. "We'll open the pool in March and both of our hot tubs are running." I widen my eyes and looked over at my aunt who wore a small smile watching the road. "You have two hot tubs?" I continued to stare.

She looked at me with a confused expression, "I thought Don would've at least had three." I stared at her and then looked out the window.

She's right.. my dad is extremely famous for being the most successful doctor ...but I have such a normal family... Why haven't I ever thought about this...

I snapped back to reality when I noticed we had just entered a gated community.

We drove down a long road. On either side of the roads, there were gates. Behind the gates laid long driveways, so long I couldn't see the houses they led to. We finally turned and my aunt typed in another code and the gates opened. She continued driving towards the house. The house came into view and I realized that this was no house- this was a mansion. I stared in awe. The house had a large fountain in front of it with large windows covering the house. The front entrance doors were extremely large with a clean shiny staircase leading to the front. It was very modern.

How can she afford this? My father said she was a psychopath. She's RICH.

I looked over at her and she was watching me smiling.

How...

She looked back at the house and drove into the garage. She didn't even need to push a button. It just... opened.

At this exact moment, I did not feel any regret for letting my parents leave me with aunt Claire. This year was going to be the best year.

When we entered the house, it was less clean than I had imagined it to be. I thought there would be a maid or some kind of housekeeping. Not to say it was messy, it was just less orderly than I thought. "Excuse the mess... I'm not really a clean freak," She began kicking her heels off, "I'd have housekeeping but it feels weird making people clean for me. I just clean myself." She successfully kicked off her shoes and sighed in relief. Her socks were mismatched. I smiled and kicked my shoes off in the same fashion as her, except I neatly placed them by the door, whereas she just left them laying on their sides on the floor.

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