Still With You

The meeting

Why people are always in such a hurry. I always try to understand but can't. Growing up , I would observe my parents , how they were always so busy all the time trying to provide for me and my brother Noah " The life" they think that is good for us. I think they did that because they think that's what they are supposed to do ,but I don't know why I don't feel the same. it's not that I am complaining or something, but this life is not for me. I don't want to break the heart of my parents, so I think I am also supposed to do what they think is good for me. "Clover are you still in your bed it's almost Noon." my mom shouts from downstairs breaking me from my thoughts huh!! "In a minute" why did I said yes to this stupid arrangement in the first place.

As a kid I used to think adulting is fun. But, nah not even close. I just can't wait to get over with this lunch and shut myself in my room for what I call a fun weekend. I am wearing my simple black t-shirt with a normal blue jeans and my house Slippers, I love them. I am all ready for that reunion as my parents call it.

I really can't wait to come back to bed I can see it is missing me already.

I make my way downstairs and find my mom panicking , well you see she invited a family over for lunch, who used to be our neighbors when we used to live in Alberta, but we left when I was 15 and now almost 3 years later she met them again and I don't know why she thought inviting them over for lunch will be a brilliant idea.

"Help me clo stop being a spectator of my misery" she asked while washing the dishes which I assume is for the 3563636737th time. "you want me to be a part of your misery ??? , I AlREADY am" why would she think inviting almost strangers to our home would be fun she stepped in the fire herself.

"clo honey stop acting all grumpy and help your mother. I am busy with the cake" that goddam cake is the reason I said yes to this lunch in the first place. My brother is participating in a hackathon next week and he was staying with his team for the week to practice lucky bastard, but My father is the best Baker in this whole damn world and I can go on about it forever.so I am good. I grab a dry cloth from the cupboard and start drying the 3563636737th time washed dishes.

"Your mom she can be a little OCD at times" my dad whispers and I can't agree more . " So, dad who is this family actually? like ,who are they? with whom I must share this cheesecake " I said emphasizing on the last question mostly.

"Well , honey they're the Jung's who used to live next door to us do you remember? They had two kids an elder daughter and a son about your age."

And as soon as I heard it . I had a little panic attack in my gut .

" Whaaaaaaat " and I dropped the plate I was drying . My mother almost had a real panic attack but it was halted because of the doorbell. Saved by the bell I guess.

Okay , so as far as I remember the family which my dear mother invited for reunion is nice , But the problem is "the boy that was my age " Trevor Jung or as I might say Trev that was his nickname. It was cute but unlike his nickname that boy was a total nightmare. My Nightmare.

My parents made their way to the front door while I cleaned the mess I created in the kitchen. Well, what else I can expect. With that boy around my curse had started already. That's at least what I feel. Because whenever I was near that boy, things never went right. That guy was a problem for me.

" Hello Siya, your house is so pretty. Thanks for inviting." I could hear them in my living room and my mother rushed to the kitchen eyeing me to serve the guests water while she prepares Snacks and Tea. You see my mother was born in India, but she immigrated to Canada for her studies. She always says something about guest being God and all but as BTS once said " No, Not Today" , He's not a God he's a Devil. A devil even Asta can't kill.