“Tomorrow is gonna be a sunny day with 30% chance of rain.” The weather man stated it with great perplexity even though his sentences were bright and witty for a 6 year-old to understand. I guess that talent comes with the job.
“Kalliope, could you get my phone. It’s in my room ” I was bummed to hear my mom’s command from the kitchen.
She making dinner today since I made yesterday. We take turns in doing the household chores because my mom doesn’t want to hire house help since she thinks it ‘s a waste of money.
I got up my very comfortable and rushed upstairs. Thankfully my mom’s room was the nearest to the stairs. I opened the door and scanned the room to find a trace of the said gadget. I easily found it on top of my mom vanity table. After that I went downstairs.
“Hear you go, Selmy.” I handed her the phone.
I sat a bar table settled beside the kitchen island. I grabbed one slice of fried chicken right across me.
“Kal, could you please call me by ‘Mom’?” Mom snarled
“It’s a cute nickname.” By the way her real name is Selima.
“But I still want my baby girl.” Mom baby-talked.
“Mom, I’m 17 years old. Really?”
She laughed. “But you act like a 7 year-old.” Then she glared.
“Ouch!” Putting my hand in my chest for added drama.
“Run along before you finish supper before it even started.”
I walk away from the kitchen. Guess she was right about me finishing the food.
My mom and I have a weird mother-and-daughter relationship. We respect each other to the point that we treat each other as equals. She would always ask me for my opinion on whatever she’s doing and I do the same vice versa. My mom also single handedly raised me. My dad was my mom’s boyfriend when they still in high school but when she got pregnant on her senior year. He left her. What a douche. Ever since then my mom told me that story, I’ve gain to respect her even more.And another thing we have in common, we don’t guys that easily. Ever wonder why my mom never remarried.
It took my mom about 15 minutes to finish cooking dinner. She later asked me to set the table with her. She place the food well after that. We prayed and ate our dinner in peace. Peace, I mean, is gobbling the food down. I was so hungry.
“Hey, your Uncle Ben called.” Mom broke the silence.
“Really? What for?” Before devouring another slice of chicken.
“Remember the favor you asked him about the internship.”
Uncle Benjamin was a known producer in London. He recorded with a ton of artists. I asked him for a job as an assistant manager for Adele but I know that was long shot. I love her music and music itself. I just really love the idea of working in that industry.
“The one I asked a year ago?” I sarcastically implied ‘cause this was a long time coming.
“Yeah that. You got it and you did not get it.”
I gave her the most thoughtful “HUH?” This woman is confusing the hell outta me.
“He said you will be working with that group called One Direction”
Her words echo through me. All I could think about was screaming fans, accents and worst, boyband. I really don’t have a thing about them. I like Westlife, Backstreet Boys and other bands but the screaming girls frightens me to an extent.
I was silent for at least a minute before my mom snapped me out.
“Who are these kids?” Mom asked. Definitely concerned
“Let’s just say I’ll be babysitting five boys.” I smiled with sarcasm in every corner.