The day is lovely. The sky is clear. Summer is all over Dakota. Celine's riding the car with Sam in the front seat.
"Because I'm happy... Cuz I'm happy!!" Pharrel William sings.
"yayy this song energizes my mood!" Celine screams.
"Yes mom! Mine too"
Sam is playing the hulk toy. He is wrestling the hulk and the barbie.
"Hey hey. What are you doing huh? Wrestling the man and the woman?"
"Oh mom. I hate girls. They scream so much."
"What?"
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"Why do you only talk to me out of these 1000 girls studying in this university?"
"Because I hate women. "
"May I ask why?"
"I don't like them screaming."
"Okay okay. So Am I not a woman? Do I look a man to you?"
"When did I say that? You are a woman and you don't scream."
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"Don't wake me up..up..up..up!"
Chris brown is screaming.
"Mom!!Change the song. I hate this song!"
Celine breaks her illusion and she changes the song. For a brief second it felt like she had gone to the world she never wished to go there. Never ever again.
"Any information about his dad, Celine?"
"No mom. It's been 5 years and time's ticking just like that. I know he won't come."
"But I expect him to come my love."
"Please don't mom.just don't. That faggot is never going to come. And I don't want to see him."
*Sighs*
"Look Celine. How beautifully your son is growing. He looks so much like him. He badly needs a dad. What about Roger? Girl, he loves you. Still is waiting for you."
*Celine sighs*
"Oh mom, I'm all Sam has. I'm his both parents. I'm gonna raise him a good man. Let that Roger be. I don't want him."
"But he's a good guy. You won't have to be alone amd sob the entire night."
"Please mom. No.. I am okay. I just feel I donot have energy to love any man again. Ever again".
"Bye momma. I will have fun here." Sam carrying Fredwick shouts.
"Listen, don't trouble your granny okay? Be a good grandchild! And keep on calling me, right?"
"Okie momma. Bye!"
Two hours later, Celine reaches home and opens her sandals.
"What is this?"
She picks the old sand colored letter.
"Anderson Celine."
"Hmm.. there's no 'from' who could have sent it."
She enters the house.
Opens the letter.
"Celine, I just want to let you know I miss you so much."
00165789263
"Hello?"
"ROGER? when will you stop hitting on me?"
"Wait.what?"
"Go to the grave Roger. I'm gonna give myself to you."
"What the fish you'r talking abt?"
"The stupid old mail. And in what paper? Hanji? You have not forgotten your korean papers right?"
"What mail? I swear, it's not by me. If I jad to tell you anything I would've called you or texted you girl. Why the mail? Am I in 80's? Or Don't I have a phone to contact you?"
Celine hungs the phone.
Head..ache.
Head..ache..
Head ache...
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