Olivia Johnson faced in the tumor of her family falling apart, trying to hold her family together she's has to make a decision on her love life. Talent who she loved so much and martin she didn't really loved but dated just to feel the void space. Under pressure and trauma she made a decision she regretted badly, letting go of Love,sanity and happiness.
They say true love comes once, would she get a second chance ?! Can she be happy again? Oli was flooded with those thoughts .
It was a very busy and noisy morning, plates clattering, the sound of the gas creating awareness that something delicious was cooking. Obviously, it was my mum helping the whole family get ready for the day. Sometimes I wonder if she ever sleeps because she is always busy.
"Olivia, get up, it's morning already" she yelled from downstairs. Of course, I knew it was morning; I just wanted to sleep a little. I had a new and long day ahead of me, but I wasn't ready to face it yet. I covered my ears with a pillow to reduce the noise and probably ignore her calls. Just when I started drifting away, I heard the door flying open.
"Olivia Johnson, get yourself out of that bed immediately" Mom said. The room suddenly became bright. Removing the pillow from my head, I saw that my mum had opened the curtains. My weak point: once I see a glimpse of sunlight, sleep vanishes.
"Mum, it's just 7 a.m. I still have time" I said, staring at my phone. "We've got a lot of things to pack and cross-check so you don't forget anything" Mum said.
"I've packed my clothes and stuff. I've got everything I need in that big box" I said, pointing at the box.
"How can everything you need be in one box? Clothes, bag, shoes, cosmetics, accessories, books" she started listing.
"Mum, calm down, you're gonna have a heart attack" I said, coming down from the bed. I gave her a hug; she held me tightly.
"I just can't believe my little princess is going to college" she said, her eyes teary.
"The best one at that" she added with a hint of pride. I smiled. I remembered all the nights I cried whenever I opened my admission portals just to see rejection. She'd hold me tight and say, "Delay is not denial" then she'd get me chocolate because it helps calm my nerves. Then one day she got home from work, I ran to hug her, sobbing softly. She patted my head gently.
"Ooh, sweetheart, it's gonna be alright" she said. "Delay is not denial Mum" I said.
"I know, sweetie, you've to be strong" she replied.
"Delay is not denial Mum" this time I said, looking into her eyes with a big smile on my teary face.
"Oli, is it? Is it what I'm thinking" she said, trying to contain her joy.
"Yes, Mum, it is. I got in!I received the admission message today" I showed her the message on my phone.
She took the phone from my hand as if to prove the authenticity of the message. She screamed, jumped, and ran around the house, then she came to me and pulled me into a hug, tears streaming down her face.
"Congratulations, sweetheart" she said.
"Thanks, Mom, delay is not denial" I replied. And the rest was history. Mum called everyone she could to tell the news, including Dad. Everywhere was in a frenzy; dinner was superb. I smiled. I know she's got all emotions mixed right now: sad, happy, proud, and just wanting everything to be perfect.
"I'll go prepare your siblings. You wash up and come downstairs for breakfast" she said.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied with a salute. I watched her leave the room. Mum is always dramatic, playful, loving, and she can hardly get angry at us for more than a minute. Why? Because we are her treasures, and of course, we have my dad, but he's a little stiff and strict, though he knows how to join the fun.
I quickly rushed to the bathroom before I got scolded. My clothes were already picked the night before, so I just took them from where they were perfectly laid and wore them. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was satisfied with my looks. I gotta look the part to play the part, and yeah, I look perfect.
The black baggy jeans with an oversized bottle green t-shirt, my hair packed in a low ponytail with a black face cap. I added my scrunchie bracelet and knuckle rings, and yes, I was good to go. I can't believe I was going to college. Rushing downstairs to join the rest for breakfast, they were all eating without me. Such betrayal.
"Good morning, sis" Karen said.
Karen is the second child of my parents. Petite, with a full body curve, her blonde hair is long and curly just like my mom's. Her brown, shiny eyes capture you with her charm.
I call her the brain of the house; she's smart, quick-witted, and learns quickly. But with the disadvantage that you can't make a mistake around her—she corrects you on the spot. "Show off," but it's why I like her. She'll be turning 14 in April, and I still haven't thought of a perfect gift to give her yet.
"Good morning, baby I replied.
"Good morning, sis Valery said. She's the third child. Oh, she's a hothead. Ever heard of a rebellious teenager I'm sure she'll be one. Valery is full of life, action, straightforward, funny, but has a hot temper. For a thirteen-year-old, she sure did grow fast—chubby, tall, with thick black curly hair so long that I wonder if she makes sacrifices to the hair goddess. Her eyes are black, always filled with enthusiasm.
She loves to write and tell stories which makes it impossible for us to have a quiet time.
"Good morning, Val I replied.