Losing my real self

When the sun goes down

My eyes are still glued to the contact card, a CEO?? I have always heard of "Loius n sons", but it never crossed my mind that a young guy like Philip would be the CEO of this huge company that has so many companies across the world, a student and a CEO?? Woah!!! I shrug and pick my books heading to the next class.

I go through the shelves that are neatly arranged with different types of groceries, the House is short of groceries and I needed to do a little shopping and also to give dad a dainty meal, I miss us and he has been keeping his distance since that incident, I know he has tried to defend me and convince the family that I don't drink and that I might have mistakenly come across a bottle and decided to help myself to it, but this is just a cock and bull story anyone would believe, I pick a can of green peas and baked beans, with an apple cider vinegar, I move towards the freezer aisle for some chicken breast and ice cream.

I walk happily to the bus stop swinging the shopping bags, I was so much excited about this, a bus came to a halt and I jumped in, piercing my ears with music is my headphone, the passenger next to me keeps stealing glances at me, I guess she thinks I might be running mad with a music as loud as that,getting home I began with tiding the house scrubbing and sweeping every corner, the mouse holes were spared, I quickly set to work by baking some few biscuits and cakes just like how he loves it, tears well up in my eyes as I remember how mom would run around the house mixing and cookie things for our Little get together when everyone has been away busy with school and work, the three of us would sit around our small dining table with laughter and chatter, I wipe the tears with the back of my hand readjusted my apron, smiled whilst chopping the vegetables,suddenly the knife slipped from my hands I had a slight cut with blood gushing out profusely, I opened the tap and run my hands under it walking towards the cabinet for a first aid kit,after treating my wound I go back to work wiping the sweat on my forehead,smiling and mixing and chopping and toasting, soon everything is ready and I move towards the dining area to set the table, I look at the table and smiled proud that I could make a perfect dish with a not so perfect laid table, there was a French salad with some dresses chicken, cake with biscuits with a pineapple juice filling the glass to the brim, there is also a red wine, it was simple but to me it held so much meaning, as I walk past the dining area, I mistakenly hit a tumbler and it rolls to the the ground before my hand could touch it shattering into pieces, I quickly run into the kitchen for a brush and dust pan to sweep the mess I had created feeling so tired and frustrated and tired,

"Why all this ?" I mumble to myself and walk sleepily to the kitchen, coming out of the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of wine rushing to the sitting area for cool music but then a sharp pain pierce through my leg and I fall to the ground with the glass smashing in my hands, letting out a cry that could awaken my ancestors muttering curses and crying out in pain, pieces of glass have pricked under my feet and I am now coming to waste my time picking out glasses from my feet and treating a wound again, how could I do this on my own, it hurts so much, I shift to the kitchen with my butt on the floor looking for scissors to pick out the tiny pieces of glass, after I am done I dress the wound and limp to the sitting area to put on some cool music anyway, my left wounded leg hanged in the air with my right wounded index finger raising its head with a plaster on, resting on the arms of the sofa,

"Dad, so much pain, I hope you eat this meal", I say to myself sadly and checked the time, my stomach is already crying for food,

"8:45 pm??!!, Woah, time went by so fast".
I tried calling him but his line wasn't going through, I limp to the dining table to help myself with the dish I prepared, I never imagined I would be eating this dish alone, tears sting the back of my eyes and I swallow hard on the food, just hoping for the sound of the doorbell...

Two hours later...

The bell rings in twice in succession, I jerk out of the sofa from the land of sleep almost dashing for my door until the pain pierced through my left foot again causing to fall to the ground,

"oh gosh, could this get better??", I mumble standing and limping to the door,

"Dad, I know it's you, you don't like surprises, so I begin telling you before I open the door, I prepared a special meal for a little get together, I miss you dad and I first thing I want to do now is to give you the biggest hug ever", I say smiling and crack the door open hugging him until he clears his throat,

"This isn't your dad", I hear the voice say startling me that I miss a step causing me to shift my weight on my wounded leg and ended up rolling down the door stairs, the man comes to pick up and that's when I realize he is a policeman,

"if you don't mind, can we get in", He suggests and I nod my head as he helps me inside the house,

"I have news about your dad", he says sadly.

"A news about my dad from a policeman at this night isn't good news ", I say to him and he nods his head gently but gives me an assuring smile but that wasn't enough to soothe my thumping heart...

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