FORTY TWO
214 Words
XAVION MIKHAILOV
"Are you for real?" Mom asks or should I say screams making me pull the phone away from my ear so that my eardrum doesn't get destroyed.
"Yes, Mom. I am telling the truth to you." I reply taking a sip of my wine.
"That's such great news. Now, I don't have to worry about finding a beautiful and intelligent bride for you." Mom replies and I can imagine Cheshire cat.
"Mom, don't think so ahead of time please. Rosalind has a lot of dreams to fulfill and I don't want to stop her. So, let me take things at my pace." I let out.
"Okay, fine. I won't put pressure on you but you have to promise me that you will bring the sweet girl to Russia next month at my birthday party." I chuckle knowing full well it's not a request, it's an order which I have to fulfill no matter what.
After talking for some more, I disconnect the call because I need to see my little Rose whom I have not seen for a few hours. With that thought in mind , I make my way towards her room. I knock on the door for a few times but when she doesn't reply I decide to walk inside.
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