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Summer Cation

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Unless you do not exist, you would have found yourself in this situation at least once in your lifetime. There's this thing you really have to do, but really don't want to do. And in the end, you just do it for the sake of that someone you love.

So you know how I felt after hearing my father's dying wish. I'd wanted to extend my non-existent superpowers and wrench him from the dead. Impossible. I know. 

So here am I, in a country I never dreamt of coming back to.

 Facing the woman I never wanted to see again- my 'motherslutting' mother.

 I swear, if it had been anyone else who demanded this, I would have simply given them the middle finger. His request was my curse. What I didn't realize? In every curse, there's a blessing.

 And mine came in the form of the beautiful black girl with the pitch black skin and soft brown eyes. Sally Osei has been  all I think about since I entered my mother's house. Each and everyday she passes by, we grow closer.

Now, my stay is over and I should go back to America, but I don't want to. Only one question lingers at the back of my mind. Why the hell is summer so short?




WARNING: This is the first draft of the story. There will be mistakes and a lot of correction to make.


©️Copyright October,2020All Rights Reserved

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