My Boss

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[no-one]

It was a quite Saturday evening in the home of Camille Ojukwo. Noah wasn't really speaking at he played around with the peas on his plate and nor was Ayanna.  Ayanna kept her head down the whole lunch, her mind was swarming with thoughts.

"Alright, enough."

Ayanna's mother placed her fork down and looked at the two with curious eyes. Camille had been watching the two for that past couple of minutes and she could tell something was going on.

"Noah, you first. Tell Nana what's bothering you."

Ayanna hadn't realized the behavior of her son and was taken back to see he hadn't touch a thing on his plate.

"I don't like my class."

Noah mumbled out, stabbing his meat with his fork. His action was so violent it surprised both his mother and grandmother.

"Pourquoi mon petit bébé?"(Why my little baby?)

"Because I don't like it!"

Frustratingly Noah jumped down from the table and ran upstairs. Ayanna stood from her seat as quickly as he did ready to ran after her son, but her mother stopped her.

"Vous, asseyez-vous vers le bas."(You, sit yourself down.)

Ayanna seated herself, looking at her mother with pleading eyes.

"You also, there's something going on in that mind of yours."

Ayanna sighed, knowing she'd have to tell her mother soon. Time was running out the day was approaching fast, but she was still scared to tell her mother. Yes, she was scared. Her mother was still her mother and Ayanna was still scared to tell the woman when she got her period!

"Mama the company put out a list last month and I was on it. It was a list of all eligible employees who could be chosen to go work for a branch in Italy."

"What part of Italy?"

"Sicily, but that's not all. In five months, well four now, they'll choose ten people to work for that branch."

Camille went quite after, hearing her daughters answer. Sicily, Italy she thought it was a beautiful place, but it was also a place that held answers.

"So we need to get you on that ten."

"Mama, but Noah-"

"What about him? He doesn't like it here, so he may like it there. Mon chère we all need to go to Sicily, that island hold answers to a period of time we all lost."

Ayanna knew he mother was right, she'd had come back to the states with a whole chunk of her life missing from her memory. Sicily held the answers she'd been trying to find for years with no luck.

"You're right Mama, we all deserve some answers."

"So, we are going to Sicily. Let's start preparing."

The two woman stood from table, clearing it of the untouched lunch plates.
After putting away the dishes Ayanna went upstairs to check on Noah to find him on the bed faced down. She couldn't tell if he was crying or sleeping. Kneeling down by the bed Ayanna softly placed her hand on the small of his back. Feeling her touch Noah lifted his face from his position, looking at his mother with red eyes. They both didn't say anything, Ayanna just climbed into the bed beside her son cradling his small body close to hers as possible.

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{Mateo above, Marco's older brother}