Teach me Right, and I’ll Do you Wrong

The Message

I got back to my apartment and sat on the bed, dialing my family back there in Carolina.

“Hi sweety!”

Mom answered and she was smiling at me, that I could see her eyes shining from the screen of my phone.

“Hi mom! How are you?”

“We are fine here Naomi! How about you? Your dad here says hi!”

She face the camera to dad who is counting money on the table, guessing that they have sold a lot of rice and corn today just by looking at the money compiled on the table.

“You sold a lot?”

“Yes honey! Do you remember Mr. Ken White? Your high school teacher in Science? He came by today and bought half of our corn… He said that he wants to sell corn so he could gain money and be like our family, have our own business.” I chuckled as soon as my father finished. I remember Mr. Ken White, he is around 50 when he became my science teacher… He said that he wants to have his own business one day when he got retired from teaching. His children have their own coffee shop but not in South Carolina, they are in Kansas and Mr. White said that he does not want to be part of his children’s family business, because he does not want to depend on them when it comes on money, he wants to depend on himself that is why he wants to have his own business… I am guessing that he is starting his dream today… And I hope one day, I could be like Mr. White, determined to get the dream he always have…

But the question is, what is my dream? Because getting accepted to Manchester University was a dream for me, when I was a kid… But now that I got accepted, what would be my next turn in life?

“How’s your first day? Did you make a lot of friends there?”

“I’m fine mom… it’s great actually.”

A moment of silence lasted for like 10 seconds before mom speak again.

“Did you have any realization about your art program? Are you really sure about that now? That you do not want to learn about medicine?”

I knew it.

“I know medicine mom, the basics. And… I am sure about my program… I just want you both want to be happy with my decision.”

“We are happy about your decision, it’s just, being in a field of medicine means a lot to our people, to our family, and it is a profession, a career… Not like art… I mean, where can art get you? Don’t you want to be like your father?”

I stop her by interrupting whatever she is going to say… I mean, this is one of the reason why I left for Manchester… So my parents cannot see what I am doing, my parents cannot spy on me, and decide on my life.

“You meant continue what my father tried to start? Come on Mama! We all know that dad chose the medicine program, a doctor, but you know what happened to him right? He’s black, and was blame for something he did not do. He only lasted not even a year in that hospital! I want to be me… I want to choose my own path, with my own decision… Nothing can stop me right now ma, especially that I am already in here.”

Dad was a doctor that time when we are new to our agriculture business, but one day, there’s this patient who is very sick and came into our home, dad even though he is a doctor, there weren’t any medical supplies in the house, so he uses m*******a as a medicine to heal this patient wound and ill… The manager of the hospital learned it and dad was robbed of his medical certification, and people start a humor that dad was a drug pusher… But even though there we’re issues like that back in our hometown, dad still stand on his own, fought for what is right, he does not care, instead, he grew our business, and became one of the biggest supplier of rice and corn , even vegetables in South Carolina

“Fine honey… Just… Keep safe there alright? Your dad an I aren’t there to guide you..”

Atleast even though they act like this, I know that they still love me.

A text message popped out from an unknown number, I know this is not from Mr. Wheeler since I already saved his number earlier when he texted me, so who could it be?

‘Can I have a good night?’

Maybe it could be a wrong number…

‘Okay, Good Night Then!’

A new message from that person again… Could this be coincidence? I mean, who could’ve know my number? Mr. Joshua Wheeler said that he got my number from the student record, but, I just got here, so it is impossible for other people to know mine… who could’ve guess or got my number? Except if this is another number of Mr. Wheeler.

‘Nice one Mr. Wheeler. I thought you said no conversation starting from now?’

I hit the sent button, but after minutes of waiting, I didn’t received any response…

Well, at least now I know who own that number.

‘I knew you can’t refuse me… Good Night!’

I did not even realize that I am smiling when I am typing those letters and sent that to him. I mean… Is Mr. Joshua Wheeler my big fat crush ass?

A message was sent, a heart emoji…

What could that… Emoji mean?

I wonder what that emoji could mean from him, but I know one thing, I am smiling big that I could feel like my heart is going to explode because my lips will be ripped apart from smiling.