Culturally Biased

"But your vans are pretty cool."

Narrator

The next three days came by and like Randy had promised Jeffery, had come up with a place for the double date they would have.

Annick stepped out of the closet and Randy smiled.

She was wearing a peach dress that reached mid-thigh.

She didn't have any black on.

"Shut up." She said, hiding her smile and looking to find some shoes.

"I didn't even say anything." He laughed.

In the past few days, they've gotten much more close than they already were.

Sometimes they'd come up to the room and talk about everything.

Other times they'd just come up and hold each other in comfortable silence.

One thing she knew was that she definitely didn't regret telling him about Derek.

When the two got downstairs, everyone except Daysia hung out in the living room.

"Where's Daysia?" Annick asked.

"Being Daysia." Miciah said.

Annick chuckled, knowing her friend was probably gonna take half an hour before being ready.

"Pricilla, you okay?" She asked her niece.

Pricilla glanced up from her book.

"Oh I'm fine." She said, adjusting her glasses.

She suddenly turned to Randy.

"Can I ask a favor?"

"Yeah." Randy said.

"Can you teach me to play guitar?" She asked.

"Of course I will."

Pricilla smiled, pleased with his answer but turned back to her book.

"Has Julia called you?" She asked.

Annick shook her head.

"Did Karen even try to come and get me?" Pricilla asked.

"I doubt it."

Suddenly Pricilla's face lit up.

"You think maybe now they'll approve the adoption?"

"I can only hope and pray."

"Auntie Annick?" Pricilla asked, scooting closer to where her aunt had sat down.

"Yeah?"

"You think...well when they do approve the adoption, will I be allowed to call you mom?"

Everyone's head turned over there.

Annick's eyes got glossy.

That was a question she never thought she'd hear Pricilla ask.

"You can call me that anytime you want." She said.

Pricilla grinned finally going back to her book.

"I'm gonna go check on Daysia." Annick said, getting up and walking up the stairs.

When she entered the room, Daysia was putting her timberlands on.

"Hey buddy." Annick said sitting next to her on the bed.

"Hey Annick." Daysia chuckled.

She took a closer look at her friend.

"Annick, why're you crying?"