“Hey, baby! How’s school going? Miss home already? Want me to come pick you up? I won’t tell your mum”
“Haha.., yes dad, I miss home, but not coming home yet. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Oh, is something wrong?”
“Nothing serious, I just wanted to ask if I could get a room off campus? I know it not really safe or what we talked about, but the walls are really thin. Music is not allowed after light out, and I woke my friend up last night from my nightmare.” I explained.
“Oh.” he voiced. His always uncomfortable about these things, and that’s exactly why I called him instead of my mom.
“But, what if the same happens in the new place?” he reasoned.
“I thought about that, and that why am going to find a room with thick walls with a little distance from the other roommate or I won’t move out.”
“Hmm, I don’t like this idea, and your mom is definitely not going to like it.”
“I know, but I really don’t want to wake people up every night.”
“And you don’t wanna go see someone about this dreams.” he argued.
“Nothing yet dad, plus they’re just dreams.”
“When will it be, pup.” using his nickname for me.
He was quiet for a while. He hates that I don’t talk to someone about my dreams, but I argue that am fine because truly I am. Am not scared of the dark, I willing chose to be friendly, and I don’t have any other emotional problems aside from the scary dreams; it might sound weird, but am happy to come out with just bad dreams. I don’t think I’m emotionally, or physically strong enough to let myself remember my past. Deep down I know I had a horrible past, I see the result everyday when I look at my sister, but I don’t remember the exact details. The doctors that talked to my parents said my brain has chosen to repress the bad memory, and I couldn’t be more thankful.
Amara, my sister was adopted when she was eleven, and she started seeing a therapist immediately, courtesy of our parents. Although, they were trying to help, but the sessions had the opposite effect on her. Ama doesn’t talk, only on very, very rare occasion. Whatever she remembered scared her to silence. She is terrified of sudden sounds ,new people, open space and so on. Now you understand why I am happy with just bad-dreams, at least I get to live my life without fear.
“Alright, pup! Lemme talk with your mom about it” he finally said.
“Ok, thanks dad.” I replied knowing I have gotten my way.
“You wanna talk to your sister’s or brother?” he asked.
“Bow have been texting me nonstop, and I face-timed ama a few hours ago, is shel’s there?”
“Yh!, here he comes, love you pup”
“Love you too da-da.”
“Hey grace” Sheldon practically yelled in my ears.
“Hey buddy! How you doing, miss me yet?” We made a bet that he was gonna miss very much, pretty soon.
“Psst! Are you a controller, and will jump when I press the buttons?
“What are yo…..Oh, your stupid video game.”
“Yep, I didn’t even noticed you left the house, where did you go again?”
“Haha! Very smooth lil bro, very smooth, but I miss you tho..”
“Yeah, whatever.” he said timidly. His ten and he is already acts like a typical male.
“Alright kid, when mum get home tell her “I miss you” what did I say?”
“To tell mum “I miss you””
“Ha! You said it.”
“NO, I didn’t…..I was just saying what you said.”
“Same difference bro, gotta go now, love you..Ha! You said it” I hanged-up without giving him a chance to reply.
**Note to self**
Start looking for apartments.