Hi everyone! Thank you all who reviewed! Here's chapter two!
Sakura jogged back to her home, and got the mail. She walked into her house where a woman in her late 30's was talking on the phone. She had long black hair and emerald eyes like Sakura.
"I understand Mr. Smith, but please try and understand my problem. I must have the loan extension, please." she said.
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"I know the restaurant is centrally situated, but there's a lot of competition around, Mr. Smith …"
That's my mom Nadeshiko. After my father died the entire responsibility of the family fell on her, but she never allowed us to ever feel the burden of her sorrows.
"Thank you." she as a tear streaked down her cheek as she hung up.
"I'm home." Sakura said getting her mother's attention.
Nadeshiko wiped away her tear quickly before her daughter could notice she was crying.
"Where were you?" she asked.
"I went to Central park"
"Central Park? Why?"
"To meet someone."
Who?"
"To meet my boyfriend…" with that comment she got a playful slap from her mother.
Sakura went through the mail.
"Bills, bills, bills……. private and confidential?"
"That's mine." Nadeshiko said as she snatched the letter out of her hands.
Sakura looked closely at her mother's face.
"Were you crying?" Sakura asked her mother.
'No you were."
"No mom."
My mother and I, we lies to each other everyday.
"Japanese Marriage service! What is this!" She shoved the letter into her mother's face.
"Why don't you ask your obaa-san? I must be a new plan it get you a husband."
"But I don't want to get married. Why doesn't obaa-san leave me alone?"
"Why doesn't she just leave."
"Mom!" Sakura said as she playfully slapped her mother.
"Mom, where is she?"
"It's almost eight…" said Nadeshiko while giggling.
Meanwhile outside a couple of kids where playing basket ball.
"Hey guys ten seconds to go!" one kid said to the others.
Nearby a band started to play when…..
"5,4,3,2,1.……it's time!" a kid shouted.
The kids playing basket ball and the members of the band quickly put on earmuffs.
Back inside the house, in a room was a old woman with a mini-shrine and a huge gong.
That's my obaa-san Keiko. She has three dreams. One that New York becomes part of Japan. Two that I get married to a Japanese guy and three that my mother dies.
"O lord kikon. For many years I have been praising you. Now please answer my prayers. Get my granddaughter married to a Japanese man and fast. For today and as for what I have been doing for the past 20 years I shall praise you by banging this gong while singing. Also this prayer is requested by Wei." she said and a old man, Wei, smiled at her.
She started to band the gong repeatedly and started to sing very off key.
Back outside…….
"Ahh! Can't the old hag ever die!" one kid said.
"Yeah, everyday her sing get more off key and the banging get louder!" another said
Back inside……
"Obaa-sn, stop it!" Sakura screamed at her grandmother.
She stops just to yell at her granddaughter. "How dare you interrupt my prayer! Don't you have any shame!"
"No you don't have any shame! Bang that gong while singing very badly to Wei-san! Also What's this." she said handing the letter which was now already opened.
"Wow the pictures came!" she said happily "Which one do you chose?" she said while showing the picture to her.
"Obaa-san, I'm not interested in marring anyone!"
"If you don't marry, my child, how will you have children/"
"I can have children. There's no need to marry!" she said to shut-up her grandmother.
"Yeah that's true, WHAT!" she realized but Sakura already left.
In anther part of the house…….
"Hey Rika, did you know that….." an young boy with black hair was about to say when someone interrupted.
"Takashi, stop lying to you sister.' Sakura said to her little brother.
That's my brother Takashi. He's a big fat liar.
"Hurry up breakfast is almost ready. Rika you too."
"Sister did your see my new dolls?"
"Rika!"
"That's mom, this is you, that's brother, this is me and….." she said while pointing to each doll.
"O, so you awake!" Keiko said while hugging her grandson.
"Good morning obaa-san." said Rika.
"Yeah, yeah whatever."
Obaa-san's love for Takashi was only matched by her hatred for Rika. Rika was adopted and probably that's why obaa-san did not consider her, our own. And Rika she always put the grandmother doll away from her perfect family.
Rika took the grandmother doll in another room in her dollhouse.
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