6. Granola Again

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The Next morning I am not surprised when I  find a scribbled note on the kitchen counter ...

"Out for the weekend with Nate. -
Steph"

Well that doesn't surprise me. I knew something was going on between them.
But it's good though . I can have the apartment to myself..

I make some coffee, settle on the couch to read the daily news on my phone.. Well um not much of a reading-news type of person but I have major in Accounts or business , so I should keep tab on what's going on in the Business Times at least .... Just the little bit of bussiness knowledge.

It's almost noon when I complete some of my assignments for college. The door bell rings....

"Who now??" I mutter.

My mind immidiately goes back to yesterday.

Hardin?? Maybe??. I am almost giddy when I run to the door. And open it...

" Mom? Dad?!!" I am not sure whether I am happy or surprised, or a slight bit disappointed that it was not Hardin as I have expected.....
" Honey!!!" my mother pulls me into a hug... "Missed us?" she smiles looking back at me.....

" Obviously mom!!" I did miss her though...

"And me???" dad raise his eyebrows....
I smile and hug him... "ofcourse dad. You know how much I hate driving I HATE DRIVING"

Mom and me starts laughing at me pulling my dad legs. I did miss him. With him driving me around I felt so safe. I miss him staying around and loving me so much.....


My knees suddenly buckle and my vision goes blurry,  and I hold on to my father. I blink a few times to gain control over my vision..

" TESSA??!! HONEY .. ARE YOU OK???" Mom and dad almost screamss...

"Momm... calm.. calm down." I stand straight back up. "Look I am fine...."

"When did you eat last times?" she sternly stares...

"Last night. Dinner. Dont worry mom... " I mumble sheepishly.

I am not  going to admit that adapting this new life has made me neglectful toward my food habit. So much to grasp and adjust without being under the constant protection of my parent is touch. I am learning.

" Tessa, you said you would take care. You know you your blood issues . And you randomly skip food???? You know you can't do that??? How do we trust you and leave you here alone...." She blabbers throwing her hands everywhere. While dad makes me sit on the couch.

" Mom I am sorry. I just wasn't hungry.... I just-"

" Yes you never are. But you have got to eat. " Dad speaks up.

"I know. um sorry" I answer with  my puty face which I know would break dad down.

" Ok ok. Don't give me that face" he huffs.

"Ok now lets get you something." she scurries off to the kitchen.
Moments later she comes back with a granola bar and a bottle of orange juice.....

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