Double Life

ng over me with a cake. I must've fallen asleep here watching a

s then gives me a long pass

awe. He really is

down on the coffee table, picks me up and spins me around. I wrap my legs around his waist and scream and

other and only each other at this moment. No one else. No Calvin. Wait Calvin? Where am I right now? I start to hear Calvin'

it was actually awful only, you said 'cake is cake' and we kept laughing about it all day l

of me. He rests his head on my stomach, then looks up at me. He gives his signature one eyebrow up, one down. I try to hold in my laughter becau

alvin's vo

," Jonathan cries

. Someone help!" Calv

." Jonathan breaks out into te

t I couldn't help but surprise you with something"

." I laugh and slap his hands making him sto

both start to chuckle. This is my favorite memory too but this IS a memory. And I need to get back to my life as Amele so I can find out what's happening in my life

my hands and touch the floor to make sure it's real. What just happened? Are dreams just memories or was I just having a flashback? Well whatever that was, I'm back now and I need to get hom

can't really come up with lies when I don't know the truth. I could tell him that it was a prank but then he'd pr

re in each other's eyes "It's a rare i

e a muscle. I guess being sick isn't the

I chuckle loudly causing someone across the street in a bright red house to close their d

hospital?" he pries, I shake my hea

nd try to speed away but he grabs my h

I nod doing no good, he's still holding my hand. I

guess I don't live too far. I nod in agreement and we continue walking. He's watching me very intently. He must really be nervous that'll dro

ound it. I slap his fist making him look confused. He still hasn't said anything

es at me blankly. I give a quick wave and walk to my font door. I turn around to see him standin

y mother and brother. They always argued but this argument somehow seemed different. I can't really make out what they're saying, I continu

liar!" h

se listen to me

had a dark past. She's always jumpy and she looks frightened all the time. That's just mama Kholwa though. I couldn't seeing her actually doing anything bad. It's silent for around twenty seconds after my brother speaks. "Well someone tell me..." I forcefully command. Fredrick looks at my mom and shakes his head, then he turns to me. "Dad. Our dad..." he took a deep breath, which he only did when he couldn't get his words out. "He's not your dad." He looks at me with pity and starts patting me on the shoulder. What? My dead father isn't even my dead father. I've been grieving a man who I didn't know all my life because I thought we had some type of connection. Now I know that connection was just that we both knew my

d to say something

voice. "How did you find out?" I turn and ask Fredrick with a determined lo

per, then up at my mother. He died eighteen years ago. He's... really not my dad. Why is this affecting me so much? Dude is dead and I never even met him. Maybe it's the fact that I've been

to the cab, open the door and hop in. I'm sobbing my eyes out, not able to create a full sentence to tell the driver go somewhere. Before I'm able to formulate a sentence, a hand holding a napkin appears in my face. What an embarrassment I am. I'm crying my eyes out in someone e

d he laughed along but probably not with me. If anything he's laughing beca

one but before I do I see Calvin looking at something behind me. I turn and see my mother walking out of m

but here."

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