Chapter 20

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Alexis' POV

I go down the stairs and they're having breakfast.

“Good morning everyone” I greet.

“Hey baby girl” Jamaal smiles.

“Shut up Jamawama” Jonah who was following me says to him.

I sit down and drop my head on the table.

“I don't know why you even try” uncle André laughs.

“Hey chipmunk. What's wrong?” Jonah asks sitting beside me.

I shrug then lift up my head.

“I don't know, but I'm so uncomfortable. It's like there's something…but I can't quite put a finger on it” I say, clearly disturbed.

“What, is it a mother-daughter feeling?” uncle André laughs. “Your mother's been like that too”.

I frown then sit up.

“Where's she?” I ask.

“Alec will you just stop that?! It's annoying and I'm uncomfortable” I hear mom's voice.

I look up in the direction of the voice and she's coming down from the stairs.

“Just keep me posted on whatever happens okay? Kay, bye”.

She sighs and sits down opposite me. She grabs the milk jar.

“Alec's home?” uncle André asks, referring to mom's little brother.

“Yeah. And our mom's not well so—”.

“What?! What's wrong with Grandma?” I ask, sitting up straight.

Mom looks over at me, then sighs. She takes a glass.

“She's fine honey. Don't worry about it. Just old age. No big deal” she goes pouring her self some milk.

“No big deal?” I ask in annoyance standing up. “Mom, this is your mother we're talking about—”.

“Yes honey, I know–”.

“—my grandmother, mom” I state, more seriously than intended.

Jamaal let's out a low whistle.

She looks at me quietly; then puts the milk jar down. She takes out her phone and dials a number. I'm quiet.

“Give the phone to mom, Alec” she says, not breaking our eye contact.

I sit down and look away.

“Hey mom. How are you?”.

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I straighten my dress as I look in the mirror. I sigh. My grandmother was all right but the feeling wasn't gone. I sigh, close my eyes and shake my head. Mom walks in.

“Oh honey, you look so beautiful” she whispers, smiling and taking pictures. “I am so posting these on Instagram right now”.

I smile and turn around, giggling a little. I sit down on the bed and lower my head.

“Mom?” I say.

“What is it sweetie?” she asks, walking closer.

“Does daddy love you?”.

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