1 Not A Person Of Eyes

The morning noise in our family was one of the things that fell in our daily routine I think. As the youngest I was always the last person to take a bath and the first to be ready in time to hit the road. We were three siblings, Ayo was the firstborn and she was a 19year old lady in her 1st year in college my brother Litha was the 2nd born doing his grade11 being 17years of age and I on my side was 15years old doing grade9 and was my father's daughter. My dad seemed to love me more than everyone in my place, Ihave always tried to mentally reason his attitude towards me, his most attention thrown at me. Firstly I was always quiet never gave him a reason to be more on my side, I wasn't much of a conversational person, I didn't smile often, I never showed off with my work, I believed that everything I did should come last, I was not even beautiful in the appearance nor I had anything interesting to attract somebody's attention, I was just an ordinary somebody with average talents, while on the other side my sister Ayo was the most beautiful and intelligent with a slim lovely body that curved on the bottom. She was very good in arguements which for some time I thought she would follow a career that dealt with political laws but since her intelligence was not limiting her she took a course in chemical engineering and she was very good at it I must say. Whilst my brother Litha was very good in mathematics and science wishing to take mechanics or computer science, he was kind always had his smile on when talking to a somebody, he always made me feel guilty with my face that lacked that element and I always had to smile even if just a little when talking to him not that I felt forced it would automatically happen I guess his smile was infectious. His body was built strong and muscular and he aided it with his daily exercises and he had a sense of humour that brought warmth and peace in our family not forgetting to mention his beautiful bold voice.

As the noise murmured in the living where everyone was at preparing for school and work, I was busy in my bedroom looking for my journal that just went missing, my heart was hurting as I had every special little piece in my life jotted in it, as I was busy ramaging my stuff I heard a soft knock in my door, right then I knew it was my dad's. "Could you please let me in my sweet angel?" my dad requested. For some reason my dad had so much respect for everyone in our place which we didn't return much to him. I walked towards the door my eyes taking a glance on the mess I have created. "Goodmorning dad." I said as I opened the door. "Am I not interrupting you in your preparation Angel?" That's the kind of person he was always ask for permission though it was his house and we were his family. "Not at all dad, come on in. I was just looking for something of mine that just went missing." I replied as I let him in.

"You mean this? And please don't be angry I didn't mean to invade your privacy but you worry me a lot, you don't want to share no matter how much I try to open rooms for you to do that." He stated as he lifted up my journal. I felt cold in my spine, I couldn't believe that dad would go that length, my mind quickly ran to boy stuff that I've written about. Guilt pinched me harder, I couldn't be angry at him for any reason but I was really question his act in my mind. I opened my mouth to say something but words wouldn't come around.

"I really am sorry though I'm concerned." He said with remorseful tone. "But you could have asked dad like you normally do." I managed to say as I sat down, nervously rubbing my hands. My dad said nothing but came and sat very close to me holding me with his other hand. "Sometimes you need to let in someone in your life even if it's one person. You can't live your life in a small box, you need to stretch it out a little, I could help and after all I'm your father and I love you my daughter never doubt that." My dad said with sincerity in every word he said, I just nodded my head and snuggled myself in his embrace as if it's something I longed for my entire life. "I knew you needed someone in your life to pour somethings you can't contain only on your own. Whenever you need me my angel I will always be around. We'll talk when you want to but right now let me head out to work." He released me and stood up ready to leave my room. "Thanks dad." My words surprised me though that's what I felt, grateful. He turned and nodded with a warm smile before he exited my door. For the first I fully felt that my life mattered though always strived for that. I took my journal and threw it on my backpack and followed on my dad's feet. My mother was the taking each of us into our destinations but for that morning my intentions were to walk so I could get into my small world of imagination just to think about my crazy life without noise hammering my head. So I hopped downstairs with my bag hanging loosely in my shoulders. "There comes my early bird. Breakfast is ready sweetheart come this side and help yourself." Said my mother gesturing me towards the kitchen with a slight smile on her face. My brother got that smile from her that I have always knew. I walked as she instructed me. "Goodmorning mom and thanks for the meal." I greeted as she finished her sentence. I went passed my mother already smelling freshly baked cookies, bacon and eggs. Cookies were my preference for the morning breakfast with hot milk. "You need to take something healthy for the morning my dear, those were for us to chew while in the car." said my mother as she walked passed me reaching for the freezer. I just nodded and picked up a small portion of bacon just to please her, I really did feel like chewing. "Mom, would it be okay if I walk to school this morning? I nervously asked knowing how much she didn't like the idea of roaming around in the streets as she would say. "That's okay my dear but please just don't be late." she carelessly replied with a touch of smile on her face, I hesitantly doubted in disbelief. My mom just like that, she must be in good mood. "Thanks mother, I'll be out then." I grabbed more cookies and filled my small lunch box and left the house. I needed to breathe, I needed to think, I needed to seriously converse with myself, something that I felt like I'm being suffocated when I spent a lot of time surrounded by people. I slowly walked passing houses and yards, cars passing me like flash. For some random reasons I spotted Christopher, the silliest of the silly and the craziest of crazies, in that instance I felt like running back home and get a ride from my mother. I decided slow my pace more down and right that moment the thought crossed my mind they decided to stop and wave at me and all erupted in laughter. My whole body tensed, I felt the heat, I knew exactly what was going to follow. They were going to wait until I pass them and begin to walk behind me making nasty non-existent comments and laugh like dummies they were just to make me feel small. I needed to collect some courage before passing them otherwise if I decided to wait I would never make it on time for school something that didn't bother them.