“Oh my god, mom. I don’t care” and I slammed the door.
“Dear Diary, you know I am fed up of living with my family. I just feel that none of them care about me, like it wouldn’t make a difference to them weather I existed or not. They have my brother you see. I feel I am neglected. My dad’s never around he keeps travelling. My mum’s always busy with my brother, fighting with my father, painting or screaming at me. I know dad loves me and cares, but at a point I feel my mom cares about my brother more. It’s like she ignores me. For example, just the other day I was pleading my mother to take me out for dinner and she refused, as she was ‘tired’. But after awhile when my brother asked her and she agreed immediately. This isn’t the first time that something like this has happened it happens all the time. Either she sides him, or listens to him also dads never here to see what’s happening at home. Even when he’s here he’s either with his friends or busy with a meeting. I feel...”
“Daphne open! Your dad’s home. He wants to talk to you!” mum knocks. “Be there in a minute.”
In the living room, at noon. Dads sitting on the dinning at the chair right next to mine. I rush down to see him and I know that mum must have complaint about my ‘behaviour’. I open the door slightly, and I see dad sitting with a few friends of his.
“Mum, are daddy’s friends going to be joining us for lunch?” “No sweetheart, they’re just leaving. They are going to the new Italian restraunt for lunch and drinks”
“So it’s just the three of us again for lunch?” “Yes! I am busy here. We’ll talk later and I haven’t forgotten how you acted this morning. Your father will talk to you, when he is back. Now go lay the table” I walked away with my head low as my brother entered laughing and hugged mum.
“Hey dad! I am just so glad your back! I have missed you so much! How are you?”
“Hi doll, I am okay. We will talk at dinner. I am busy now.” I just walked away. I went and sat outside in the garden with my dog, just wondering, later i started talking to him “You know Greg sometimes i feel your my only friend. I know i can trust you.”
“Daphne! Where are you! I told you to lay the table. Didn’t I?” Mum screamed from the kitchen, angrily, trying to find me “Coming ma” I replied, rushing.
I walked inside, as I had no choice. I was ready to listen to her scream and yell, again. It just started making no difference now. I got use to it. Like it was a part of my life. “Daphne! Where were you? can’t I even depend on you for laying the table; you’re a girl growing to be a woman show some responsibility, will you. You have do work. You can’t just leave it. Are you even paying attention? Don’t look down at your feet! Don’t play with your hair. Look at me! And answer. Wasn’t I clear when I asked you to lay the table?”
“Yes. You were, I am sorry.”
“Then why didn’t you do what you were asked to? Is it so difficult to set a table for four? And four sets of spoons and forks? Why did you go and sit in the garden don’t you know its lunch time? You have to help in the house, one day you will have the entire responsibility of the house. Don’t you see how much I work your fathers never around, when you grow older and get married your husband might be as busy as your father and you will have to take care of everything. And you will surly need someone to help. So don’t make it difficult for me to live with you, your father and brother are enough.”
“Yes ma” I replied, in a soft voice, playing with my finger nails.
“Now go and call your brother for lunch” I dragged my feet upstairs, I stood there outside my brothers room and knocked. He was listening to loud music, so he couldn’t hear me knock. So I opened the door “Moms calling you...”
“Get out! Can’t you knock? Tell her I am coming, Foolish” he yelled. “I did knock, but...”
“WHAT? Get out! Don’t you understand? GO!” I slammed the door and showed myself down to the dinning. “Daphne did you call your brother or are you too lazy to do that even?”
“I called Andrew mom, he said he’s coming.”
“Dear Diary, is running away a good option? Cause I am annoyed. My best friend Rosalinda is too busy with my enemy Alexandra. I don’t know, when and how did they become such good friends! I was checking Rosalinda’s Facebook wall and I saw a picture of Alexandra and her, captioned “Friends Forever” now what am I suppose to feel? She knows me and Alexandra have are issues. I just don’t want to lose Rosalinda she is my best friend, she understands me better than anyone else. I feel everything is coming all together, Rosalinda going away, my family and my boyfriend, Vance cheating on me. Nothing ever seems to be right in my life. I am the most messed up person.” I called my best boy friend Vayne, “Hello! I need to talk to you about Vance.”
“Listening...” he replied. “I can’t forget him, I know whatever he did was wrong and he played with me and stuff. I know he cheated, I know he never loved me or cared but I did. It all felt so real. I felt he actually cared. Am I stupid? Do I love so easily? Is it my fault?”
“Daphne, it’s okay! Everyone makes mistakes sooner or later you made yours now. And don’t regret it. Learn from it; see what you’ve gained and not what you’ve lost. You know there might be so many out there who truly love you and your going to cry for someone who didn’t? You’re a strong girl. You have to let it go. You can take as much time you want and always remember that I am always there for you.”
“Vayne, thank you. I love you the most. Everything has been a mess lately or messy forever, Rosalinda is acting so stupid. Anyway I got to talk to her to and sort things out.”
“Yes Daphne, I am aware I’ll try and make things straight. You just take care love! Buh-bye!”
“What would I do without you?” I whispered
“I am always there, you know that.”
I hung up with a smile.