As I was getting ready for bed, Mark wanted to Skype. He knows what time I get ready for bed. I miss him so much though.
"Hey sweetheart," Mark called me.
"Hey Mark," I replied.
"How's England going?"
"It's been good. But I miss being back home."
Mark chuckled. I couldn't blame him for laughing. If he was in my position, I'll be laughing at him also. After we stopped laughing Mark smiled. I miss that smile so much.
"So, how's my family been?" I asked.
"Not so great." Mark explained, "Your mom's been yelling at your dad a lot. He even told me that in one of their arguments, mom said that he needed to choose between the family or his job."
Wow, it hasn't even been a month and my parents are fighting again. I knew that every time I leave the house, my parents fight. Mom just needs to back the hell off.
I miss home. If I had not taken this job, in my opinion, I would've been miserable at home. But see unlike mom, dad does understand why I want to come to England. I'd told mom that I'll be back in January. But did she listen, no. Mom never listens to me. Sure, when Carl explained it to mom, she freaking listened. I don't understand my own mother.
"I can't believe that." That's all I can say, "Well, Mark I gotta go cause it's 11:00 pm and I have an early day tomorrow. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay." Mark sadly said.
"Hey, now don't get all sad on me, mister." I demanded, "I'll be back in eight months."
"Okay, Annie." Mark chuckled, "Nei tamaitai tavavou mava e moega." (Samoan: "Now get to bed young lady.")
"O le a." (Samoan: I will) I replied, "Manvia le po Mark." (Samoan: Goodnight)
"Manvia le po Annie," Mark replied.
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So... How did you think of the flashback? I did add some Samoan, because of Joe Anoa'i is part Samoan. It's part of his heritage. But anyways, I hope you guys read my new The Walking Dead fanfic called The Mini Dixon's. The description will tell you what it's about. Thank ya'll so much. I love you guys.
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