Saturday. Ice cream Parlor. Goby POV:
I waited for Deema at the ice cream parlor patiently. It took a bit of planning and a bit of effort. Hopefully, Deema will accept it.
I saw her enter the ice cream parlor and I felt my hands start to sweat.
"Hey Goby!" said Deema. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. I need to go use the restroom. I'll be back." I answered.
I left and gave my cue to the waiter. Now, it's all in his and Deema's hands.
I came back to see Deema looking down. When she saw me, she lifted her head and smiled brightly.
"I really like you too!" she said.
Then, she came over tot me and hugged me tightly.
Sunday. Oona POV:
I'm finally able to move in with my dad! I'm really excited, especially since I'm gonna have my own room!
I already packed my clothes and other stuff and was ready to go. Nonny was at the door to see me leave. I noticed that he didn't seem like himself. He seemed to be upset. Then, it hit me. He'll be back to living with people who don't talk to him.
I put down my things and went over to him and hugged him.
"Hey. I'll come over whenever okay? If you want, you can come by whenever you want to." I said.
I pulled away from him and he simply nodded.
I picked up my bags and left.
I saw my dad waiting for me next door and he picked up my bags and we went inside.
First reaction: Wow. Just wow.
It walls were painted with beautiful pastel colors and there was really nice furniture. Then, he walked me upstairs to my room. It was huge room with lavender walls. There was nice bed, a big closet, a desk, bookshelves, and a Tv. A flat screen Tv.
"How do you like the house?" Dad asked.
"It's amazing!" I exclaimed.
"That's good." he smiled. "Let's go get you some new clothes. Your old ones are too baggy."
We hopped into his car and drove off to the mall.
"So, how are your scars now?" Dad asked.
He took me to the doctor yesterday to inspect me. Now, my dad is very protective over my health, scars, and weight.
"They're healing now!" I said happily.
"What about your weight?" he asked.
"I gained some weight!" I said.
I'm not as skinny or as light as I used to be. I used to be 85 pounds and I was pretty skinny. Now, I'm 92 pounds. My goal is to hit 100 pounds. I still have a thigh gap and my hip bones poke out slightly. But, I'm not cold anymore. My goal is to get my hip bones to stop poking out.
After shopping, I was able to buy tights, dresses, shoes, skirts, sweaters, and long fingerless gloves to hide my scars from people. Best things I got? A cell phone and makeup!
I've never thought that I'd be able to spend time with my dad again, but here I am living with my dad.
When we got home, I looked at the mirror and examined myself. I looked so different. My hair was not brittle anymore. My scars are healing very well. My eyes had more life in them. I was getting better.
My dad put me with a therapist and a food clinic. I know that I'm gonna recover and I'm gonna become normal.