“This is unacceptable!” Kanyinsola said to me.
“C’mon Kanyinsola, what in the world are you thinking? Your dad asked for my number just in case he had a job for me and I, in turn asked for his. When I told him that I wanted to save his number as Kanyinsola’s daddy, he laughed and said that he feels so old with the name so I saved it as Jack and added a number to it, just like James Bond 007.” I laughed.
She looked at me and I knew she accepted my reply.
“What were you thinking?” I asked with eyes wide.
“Nothing…I feel so ashamed…” She said to me.
“Don’t be. I can delete his number if you want me to.” I said.
“Oh no…not at all. I am glad that daddy is helping you find a job. I was beginning to worry that you might not be able to make ends meet in your new place if you don’t have a source of income.” She said.
“Don’t worry about me, I will get something soon.” I said.
“So, are you going to show me your new place?”
“Of course but not today.” I said.
“Yes, I have an interview today too so I can’t see the new place yet.”
“Okay…” I said.
“I’ll go to my room to prepare for the interview but come back before I leave for the interview so that you can access my look. I really want to get this job.” She said.
I smiled at her and watched her leave. As soon as she shut the door, I exhaled harshly and realized that I had been holding my breath the entire time.
I was dreaming, as usual but this time, it all played out like reality. I was dressed in the gold and black evening gown that I had purchased specially for my dad’s sixtieth birthday party.
“You look amazing!” My brother, Kenneth said to me as soon as I walked out of my room.
“Flatterer!” I laughed joyously. “You look nice in that tuxedo.”
My sister chose that moment to step out of her room, she was dressed in a blue shimmering evening gown. My brother winked at me and I smiled. My sister frowned. Janet, my little sister was a killjoy, she knew how to turn happiness to sadness in a twinkle of an eye. She was a tomboy too and hated wearing girly clothes as she preferred wearing clothes for men.
“Thank you for wearing the dress.” I said to her.
“What?” She asked, looking bored.
“I said thanks for wearing the dress. You look so pretty in it.” I said.
“It’s not my thing. I’ll chose pants over dresses any day.” She spat.
“We really have to do this for dad.” I said.
“I can’t hide my identity for anyone.” She said to me. “I love dressing in shirts and pants, is there anything to be ashamed of in that?”
“Well…whenever you wear those shirt and pants of yours, people think our mom has two sons instead of one.” Our brother said.
“So?” She fired at him.
“No one is against your dressing, all we’re saying is that, today is daddy’s day and he’ll be glad to see you in a dress.” I said.
She tugged at the dress in anger as though she wanted to rip it in two.
“Let’s go before I scream.” She said as she made her way downstairs in anger.
My brother looked at me and smiled, I held out my hand to him and we both made our way downstairs.
“Tonight, we are going to show everyone that we are truly one big happy family.” I said to him.
“Thanks sis, you are the glue that binds this family together. I wonder what we’ll do if we ever lost you.” Kenneth said.
“Don’t be ridiculous my darling, you’re never going to lose me.” I said with a smile.
I was smiling in my sleep and didn’t know when Kanyinsola entered the room. She shook me gently and I woke up, still with a smile on my face.
“Kanyinsola…what’s up?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
“It seems like you dozed off and also that you’ve been having a very good dream.” She said.
“Oh…really? I am? I did?” I stuttered.
“I’m sorry for waking you up dear, I just want to show you what I’ll be wearing to the interview.” She said standing up to twirl around in her structured blazer and skirt.
“You look professional.” I said.
“That’s what I expect to hear from you. Thank you so much. Please go back to sleep, you looked so happy while sleeping. I’m sure you were having a good dream.” She noted.
My dream came back to me and I felt warmth spread through my body. Those were happy times, I thought.
“I’ll see you later…wish me luck.” She said.
“Good luck.” I said with a catch in my voice as I was suddenly reminded of my mother who always wished me good luck whenever I had a presentation at school or when I had an exam or anything else.
I didn’t want to miss my family but I did. It was so annoying that I still missed them despite everything.
The dream came back to me and I bowed my face into my palms and cried.
To be continued…