6 Move School

"I shall take my leave now." My mom said, as she bows before her husband and daughter. "Hold on, Lauren, please have Akila here. I would like to speak with her." Mr. J said to his wife. Mom bowed quickly and left the room to the kitchen. "Ali, your father want you!" Mom said to her daughter, while I was looking at the kitchen oven, waiting for the cookies to be baked perfectly. Wait did mom said father? "Mom!" I called her with my face looking down. "Yes?" She asked with a confused face. Then I raise my head and said the words that could shutter the heart of my own mother. "I don't have a father." Then I rush out of the room. I don't want to look at the next reaction my mom or sister, who has been listening. When I went out of the kitchen and step my first step to the dinning room.

"That's close enough, now listen, Jenny, your sister and yourself will be moving to your brother's school. So tell your sister that." Mr. J said to me. I think he just want us out of his house. Suddenly Mr. J asked, "Why are you still standing there? Get my daughter's louage!" On his last words though, he shouted at me. "Would you like to talk to my younger sister, your youngest daughter?" I asked with a clear voice. And with his clear voice he siad something that I would never forget, he said, "Listening to your weak voice is already a disgrace to my ears." With his head held high, like how rich and selfish people do.