Love met in the wrong place

SAMANTHA LILY ADAMS

'The secret of being occupied is to exploit the exploiters.'

I am up than usual doing my usual running routine in a foreign country but the weird feeling is that I am not feeling foreign at all. The streets are quiet and the clouds have a perfect shading color of dark black that is turning into a deep red fading to orange.

Giving away the gesture that the day is arriving within the pillar of those clouds with the rising sun which could be seen shining through them.

I stop to catch my breath as I take out my phone and capture the moment and I fall in love instantly with the picture but I find myself frowning at it when I realize that I can't post it.
I promised myself to not have fun with anything from this country and I think sharing the beauty of it on my Instagram post is having fun.

I sigh, seriously I don't know why I am punishing myself to this extent but I do not want to take the risk of loving this place in case I wouldn't want to go back home, because I know myself; I am one of those characters that don't fall easily for anything but once they do, they fall with all their heart.

I search for the location of my house and start running back home.
I reach home and I do some stretching and yoga before going in the shower.

Last night I was so happy and excited that I couldn't sleep for long but it's not like I am regretting it because I caught up with my sports routine and thinking about the idea that is making me this cheerful, it's bringing a stupid grin on my face and I can't help it. After taking a shower it is still earlier in the morning for my family to wake up because it's 6:35 Am and the most early bird is always my father, me, and Simmons.

Back in America, we used to be up by 6 Am and go jogging together but I don't know if the routine will be going on here too because today it's Tuesday our second day in Africa and I didn't see them waking up though I went for a run at five in the morning that wouldn't have stopped them if they would have woken at six still.

I walk Into the kitchen to make something for the whole family before they wake up and I settle for bacon, eggs, and pancakes. I also make a side salad plate for my father.
As I am making the last plate my father enters the kitchen clearing his throat and requesting for my attention which I grant to him.

"Good morning Dad." He walks over to me and kisses me on the forehead before going to take a seat at the end of the dining table.

"Good morning Lily Samantha, what is going on with all this breakfast? Are we having visitors?" I shake my head as I walk to take a seat beside my father on his left.

I sit down resting my elbows on the table resting my head on the back of my hands smiling at my father. "Nothing much, I woke up earlier and went for a run so I came back and I thought why not make breakfast for you guys? Now here it is."

My dad looks up at me and I keep eye contact with him too, time flies as we keep on staring at each other but he smiles and raises his hand to pull back the hair that has fallen in my eyes behind my ear. He starts talking when I start getting weird sensations of the moment.

"I love you Lily Samantha and I want nothing more than to see you happy and succeeding in this life. Always remember that you are your dad's number two because your mother comes first obviously," I chuckle at his statement because it's nothing less than the truth.

I may be close to my father to share a huge dad and daughter bond than any of my siblings but we've always known that if it came to a point of him choosing between us and our mother. It has and will always be him choosing our mother and we've made peace with it.

"I know that Dad but actually I wanted to ask you something and if it is possible please accept," he nods his head.

"First make me a cup of coffee and then we will talk about it," that didn't come as a problem because I knew that he would ask for coffee and I made it earlier so I poured him some in a cup and handed it to him because he takes it with no cream or sugar.