After getting a ride from my new friend, Belgium, I enter my home and get comfortable which starts off with a nice warm shower and then putting on some nice comfy clothes. I go to the living room and try to at least put on something to watch, but the sound of the phone gets my attention. I jump off the couch and run towards the phone. As I got to the phone, I quickly answered it. "Hello?" I greet into the phone. "Whaa gwan, muh sistah?" The voice from the other side of the phone made my eyes widen in fear. How did he get my number? It's impossible...

"Yuh got sum nerve tuh be callin' meh, Dandrae."

"Wah? Mi can't talk tuh muh sistah?"

"Mi nah longer yuh sistah in case yuh haven't known."

"Ah yuh still mad at meh?"

"Yah. If yuh guh bulleh yuh sistah by givin' her to a monstah, then yuh don't need a sistah." I slam the phone back on the hook and got back to what I was doing. At that moment when I sat down, the phone rang once more. I didn't plan on answering it again, but it continued to ring continuously when I don't answer it. The fact that he's not not stopping is making me quiver in fear. I don't want to be with Vashon and both him and my brother don't understand that. So, to calm myself down, I drink some Red Stripe beers. Throughout the entire night, I drank and drank and drank until I couldn't drink no more. Then, I found time to sleep peacefully even though the phone continues to ring.

The next morning, I wake up with a pounding in my head. This was a pounding that I haven't encounter before even though I had one before; this one was worse. Perhaps I drank one too many Red Stripes and I wasn't paying attention to how many I was drinking. Plus, I forgot that I have to be present for a meeting today. I'll try and be there today. I slowly make my way downstairs and go to the kitchen for some breakfast. I actually thought of having less because I don't want to ruin my stomach. As I sip some water slowly, the phone rings. I'm very afraid of answer it. I don't want to deal with my "brother" at the moment, but I still answered the phone. "Hello?" I say. "Jamaica? Is that you? It's Belgium."

"Oh. Good morning, Belgium."

"Are you okay? You don't sound to well."

"I have a hangover."

"A hangover? What were you drinking?"

"Beer. I had way too many."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but still, this meeting is a mandatory one. You must be there."

"Okay."

"My brother and I will be there soon."

"Alright. I'll see you later."

"Tot ziens."

I hang up the phone and started to get ready for this meeting. I put on a black work dress instead of bright colors this time; I don't want to have to hurt my head even more. After getting dressed and straightening out my hair, Belgium and Netherlands arrived in front of my house. I get in the back seat, buckle myself up, and Netherlands pulls off from my house.

Forty-five minutes later, we arrive at the Conference Hall. Before heading inside, Netherlands pulls up front. "You can head inside, Jamaica." Belgium says, " Netherlands and I will meet you inside." "Okay. Thanks, guys." I step out of the car and approach the doors. I grab hold of the knob and then, the doors flew open making me fall on my butt. "Aiya! Jamaica, are you alright?" I hear a familiar voice ask me. I take the person's hand and I reply, "Yes. I'm alright." I'm able to get on my feet and see the person's face.

"Good morning, China."

"Ni hao. Are you ready for the meeting today?"

"Not really." I hold onto my head which was still pounding. I groan in pain as it continues to pulse. "I have a hangover."

"A hangover?"

"Yes."

"Come with me." China takes my hand and walks me to the dining hall. He then gets me two cups of coffee and sits with me at the table. "We still have time before the meeting, so you might as well have coffee and pain killers." China says.

"Thank you."

"What were you drinking?"

"I was drinking beer known as Red Stripe. It's a Jamaican beer."

"How many did you drink?"

"I don't know. I know drank a lot. I think more than seven."

"You shouldn't have drank so much. You would've died from alcohol poisoning."

"I know. I know."

"And why were you drinking?"

I look at China for a moment when he asked my that question. I don't want to tell him about last night, so I answered, "It's personal."

"Personal. I understand. I won't force you to tell me."

Then, I felt something when he said that he understood. I never actually met anyone who never forced me to do anything before. I think I can trust China. He helps me like he said he would. "Take it easy with the drinking, okay?" he asks. "I will." I answered to him.

* Tot ziens—See you soon.