Chapter 3 My imaginations

Chapter 3

As I sat in the car, all I could think about was the stories I was going to tell my sisters, especially my immediate elder sister, since she loved hearing stories a lot. I couldn't wait especially when I knew it was going to be a long drive. "Do you need anything?" He asked, since we were driving through the Mandarin market, a popular market in Jacksonville known for its amazing local boutiques. I want a sweater from my grandmother when she was going to buy a few clothes for me I was like a tradition for us there is no way my grandma would send me back home without new clothes and shoes These were some of the things I gladly looked forward to whenever I went to visit her and sometimes she doesn't let me pick what I want. After all, she just wants to be the one who gives me something out of her own choice, and even though I really don't like the clothes you gave me, I never turn them down because I always see how happy she is whenever I say thank you, and I accept whatever she gives me.

"Thanks, Dad, but I don't need anything right now. Maybe we can stop at the next restaurant to eat. I'm starting to get hungry," I said. "No Problem," he replied to me.

My dad was kind of a different person whenever it's just the two of us not that he doesn't care but you know he kind of never gives you so much attention to want to stop by at the market to get you something except he planned for it but why on a drive to somewhere it doesn't really do that but Whenever is just us he tests to pay a little more attention to me or maybe because he missed me since I've been away for over two weeks I don't know but I kind of do enjoy it

Citing the next restaurant he gently pulled over, "So what do you want to eat?" He asked as he opened the door and got down, likewise me, "Anything?" I said as we both walked into the restaurant.

We found an empty table and sat down. I looked around the restaurant, though it was not that big, but it was sure comfortable and warm. I smiled to myself wondering what it would feel like running a beautiful place like this. I was just about to drift into my World imagination when I was interrupted by my father's voice.

"Anna, I think we should order fried fish and shrimp," he said, looking at the menu and then looking up at me, waiting for my answer. "No problem," I said as he gently waved his hand, and the waiter approached us with a smile on her face.

"Good day sir, you are welcome. What can I get for you both? She asked my father to place the order while I was satisfying my eyes scanning every corner of the place "That will be all, thank you" my dad said and she thanked him and walked away shortly after she returned placing the meals on the table she turned and said to me "I hope you enjoy your Meal dear" I smile and thanked her.

I began devouring the food, and honestly, it was amazing. "Do you like it?" my dad asked with a mouthful of ffood"YeYess so delicdeliciousaid and h,e smiled as I could see this satisfaction in his eyes.

"Well you better already be up here you know we still have a long way to go" as he said that I nodded my head

The less than 20 minutes we were done and headed outside he got into the car and the journey began again, You know that feeling when you are looking outside the window of a car, you tend to think about your life, your dreams and some people think about their love life, you know just getting yourself out of reality once in her while imagining what your life could have been if things turned out differently.

But I was just imagining myself, being the queen of England's daughter, what it would be like to be a British person, and maybe I would have a different name and personality but then I figured it means I wouldn't be able to know my grandma even my family "No I'm kinda happy with my reality" I said to myself.

"Did you say something?" My father asked, unbeknownst to me, that I might have said it a bit aloud, I knew if I said no, he would think I'm starting to talk to myself, which is weird. "Yeah, I was singing," I said, and he didn't say anything else. It seems like he bought the lie. I reached for the car stereo and connected my phone to the car's audio system via Bluetooth and started playing my favorite tunes. "Now that's why to enjoy a long ride," My dad said excitedly, and we laughed it off.

He was right, music is more than just a beat and lyrics are like a sound the soul recognizes. When you listen to good music, even your spirit and your soul dance to the beat while your mind enjoys the lyrics.

I can't believe I have been sitting for almost three hours. My butts was starting to hurt, and I looked up to see the signboard "Welcome to Atlanta." I smiled to myself. I'm home with loads of stories and gists and finally my butts can rest. "You seem excited?" My father asked, "Who wouldn't be? My butts hurt like hell." I said, and he chuckled.

In less than forty minutes, my father pulled over to our house, and there it was. Our house is not that big, just a simple duplex but perfect for our family. It has a cozy living room with big windows that let in lots of natural light. The kitchen is warm and inviting, where we cook meals together. The bedrooms are comfortable and just the right size for each of us. Our backyard is a lovely spot to relax and spend time together.

The house may not be fancy, but it's home. We've made many happy memories here, and it feels warm and welcoming. It's a place where we can be ourselves and enjoy each other's company. We've decorated it with our favorite things, and it feels like us........