It was a warm afternoon at my parents’ beach resort. As I walked around the pool; I realized how lovely a swim sounded. The day had all the qualities of a gorgeous swimming day; the sun was out; there was a wonderful tropical breeze and to top it all off, there was a pool right in front of me. Excited; I ran back to the cabin and straight into my room where everything I needed was laid out.
My swimming costume was there; one that I had cried for and so was the snorkel that I had also recently gotten with additional tantrums. Everything was perfect; I got ready for my day in the pool. Just as I walked out of my room in my pretty swimming gear; the woman who claims to have given birth to me called out.
“Sharai!” she yelled; as I tip-toed my way to the door.
“Where on earth do you think you are going at this time?” she sternly asked.
“For a swim” I responded.
“For goodness sake child; you just had lunch”
“Mummy!” I wailed.
“Don’t you ‘mummy’ me young lady, up to your room now! You can have a swim in the pool two hours from now.”
“Two hours? But it won’t be the same!”
“No arguments missy, your room is waiting.” She said firmly.
“You’ll pay…”
She totally ruined my plans so I did the worst I could think off. I ran quickly to her room and snatched her favorite pair of heels from her closet. I dashed out of the front door and threw them down at the deep end of the pool.
‘That will teach her’ I said to myself.
I snickered when I saw the expression on her face when she found out. I got a five minute lecture on “how not to treat the heels your father buys for the woman he loves”.
‘Who is she trying to kid?’ we all know I am the “woman” my daddy loves.
The heels were horrible anyway.
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