Do you ever listen to a song somewhere and it stays in your head for the rest of the day?
Well the lyrics of that song are every single conversation Melissa and I have ever had. The problem is that it doesn't stay in my head for a day or two; it's been there for more than a month already and it's really annoying to be honest.
We haven't talked about what happened a couple weeks ago and I'm glad she hasn't asked, I guess she just wants me to have some space. She also hasn't asked more questions about my family, which I thanked her for, I don't want to allow more memories to come to the surface.
I've gotten very good at forgetting about my problems or shoving them in the back of my mind. But that takes a toll on you and when you allow yourself to remember it's a little too much.
Even though we haven't talked about what happened, we still talk about other things in the tutoring sessions. I've come to get to know Melissa really well and I don't know why but I like that. She has an older sister that's twenty six years old and one time she said her sister was two years older than her, which meant Melissa was twenty four. I liked that too, because it meant she was only five years older than me and that difference would soon be shorter since I turned twenty very soon. I learned that she has a best friend called Neil, who grew up in the same neighbourhood as her and she also told me about her parents and how her grandparents raised her and her sister Ashley when they passed away, she was only eleven when that happened. She loved trees and nature, her favorite color was yellow and she played the piano. I couldn't not want to learn more about her.
I was in the parking lot of the school and I felt a breeze, fall was already here and I loved how the city looked during fall, it was almost magical, I about to go home when my phone rang. I saw who it was and my heart immediately jumped in my chest and I felt the familiar joy I always felt whenever she was around.
"Bonjour grand-maman (hello grandma)." I said, probably sounding like an eight year old.
"Bonjour ma chérie (hello my darling)." She said. My British grandparents passed away a couple years ago and my French grandfather also passed when I was about ten. So Cece was all I had left. "Comment ça va? (How are you?)"
She makes me happy just by hearing her voice. "Ça va et toi? (I'm fine and you?)"
"Ça va. (I'm fine)." She replied. "Et l'école, ça va? (And how's school going?)"
I rolled my eyes at her question. "Yes grandma, I'm going to my tutoring session if that's what you're asking."
She chuckled. "I know, I asked monsieur Hastings." She replied with a heavy french accent. "Alexandra I have to tell you something very important."
"What is it Cece?"
"Chéri (darling) I am not going to be able to make it for your birthday." What? Did I hear that right? Did she say she wouldn't make it to my birthday?
"Pourquoi?! (Why?)" I blurted in French a little too loud but there wasn't anybody around, every student and teacher where already gone by now until I saw one head turn towards me from their car.
And I'm pretty sure she heard me.
"Eloise je suis désolée (I'm sorry)" My grandma said using my second name 'Eloise'. I can't believe her. I could feel my eyes burn and when I saw Melissa's beautiful eyes focused on me from her car I felt like I needed to be strong. I don't want her to see me crying. Not yet. "They need me to be here in September." By they she meant the Orléanists, one of the three most important and powerful French royal families and my grandmother was a part of it. That just pissed me off even more. They knew that it was my birthday and honestly I think they made some shit up to prevent my grandma from coming to visit me. It wouldn't surprise me if my mom had something to do with it.
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