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Life as usual 2

There was indeed a time when my life was less than good or usual. In fact it wasn't anything good about it, sure being in Jamaica was the time of my life but it that could all change in less than an hour. In fact it changed in 40 minutes, one minute my Grandmother, the breadwinner of me and my four siblings, is getting ready for work and the next she is on the ground coughing blood. She wasn't always the best guardian but she had her reason, my mother ran off with my father at 17 and came back at 26 with five little ones and a drug addiction. She couldn't even face her mother she just left, my grandmother came from work and before she was even at the gate she could tell who left us there, what her daughter know looked like and probably the scar on my left foot. In short if there is one thing you must know about Jamaicans is that they see all and know all, funny enough she wasn't mad at my Mom she was just disappointed at both herself and my Mom. Sadly my Mom didn't even make it out of the country as she had planned, instead she died in the line at the airport. We weren't really sure how she died, we just know she was probably running for someone, and it must be somebody professional. Because two days later my father was found in the same predicament only this time, he spent the day with us before he passed. Sadly I was two young to remember a thing.

I finally made it to the café and rang in my shift, fifteen minutes in costumers started rolling in and so my day at work begun. "ok so that's two expressos for Miss Rema" I muttered to myself as I made my way around the back to get the order. Since Jerome decided that the best time to take a break is when the café is packed to capacity leaving me and the other 4 members of staff to work/burn our fingers to the bone taking orders, making them and serving them. It really wasn't a big deal after all I'm sorta known for doing stuff like that, what can I say I'm a bit of a meanie. But it's usually to check on my brothers and sisters back home, After Mama died I used the money she left for me and moved up here to go to college and help in financing my siblings. "Miss Rema here is your expressos" I said with a smile as I handed the elder woman her order, she seems to be a bit exhausted and worried. She probably has a big presentation today, "Don't worry about a ting Miss Rema, jus guh do yuh ting" I assured her, although she more than likely doesn't understand me she knows I mean well. I could tell by the disappearance of the creases on her forehead "aww thanks DJ, everything irie mon" she said in her fake Jamaican accent, from which Couldn't help but giggle at. "Ok next order" I said taking up my note pad and taking the orders until my shift ended...