ADELE*
Boring
Unfair
For me, those words mean poor Adele is stuck eating breakfast with Dad and listening to him blab about some business meeting he had yesterday with some mean and obviously, naive business mogul who did not go through with his proposed deal when she could be upstairs in her room watching SEASON 4 of Prison Break on YouTube.
It should have been Mum in my place. I mean; when Mum used to be around, I had been the invisible daughter that was hardly noticed by my so-into-each-other parents.
Mum, well, she has always wanted more from life. Something other than the cute, 'whining' babies Dad asked for. That something happened to be attaining the peak of her modelling career, something that would never happen, according to her, if she stayed here in South Dienga with Dad and I. I still don't get... are Dad and I sort of like some kind of distraction? or like us South Diengans are dream-killers?
Dad had been broken- hearted when she left for America. I mean; it's been six years now and Dad has not been with any woman since. Well, you couldn't blame Dad; it's not like they're divorced or anything, only she just... left!
I still can't forgive Mum for being the American beauty that Dad still loves secretly. I mean; you just have to walk into Dad's room to know what I'm talking about. Pictures of him and her everywhere, stuff he buys for her for their supposed anniversary in a corner of the room gathering dust because he has not been bold enough to send them to her.
Ugh.
wake up already, Dad.
She's never coming back!
"Adele, are you okay?" Dad asked, startling me.
I nod. "Why?"
"You just blushed, that's why!"
"Uh?" I rubbed my face in embarrassment.
He watched me intently for a minute. "You don't look Diengan, you know? You are your mother in every sense!"
"Dad, I am not her!" I screamed, my face flushing with anger. "I don't ever want to hear that."
He sighed. "Why are you so mad at her?"
"Why aren't you?"
