"Yes, I need a big package of the medication you give to AIDS patients. I'm not so sure what it is called, anything powerful that'll help please." I tell the doctor over the phone.
"I don't care how much that'll cost me. You can even throw some more that we both can donate for charity here in Africa." I kindly tell the doctor.
"I need is here as soon as possible. Ye- Thank you. Thank you very much. Oh oka- Bye." I grin, putting the phone down.
"Rose, baby, are you ready?" I grin, watching the nanny walk out with Rose.
Rose smiles shyly at me in her sparkly red dress.
I grin. "You look so beautiful, baby. Just like your mother." I say, kissing her forehead.
Rose blushes, "Thank you, daddy." She shyly says.
I swear, Rose is a little clone of Mia. She's going to grow up beautifully.
Wendy smiles at me, "I'll be keepin' an eye on her for today, right?" She asks me.
I nod, "If you can, please. You know all the directions for today, right? I'm going to sell my glove for charity, speak a little to the press and I'm going to visit a boy I met yesterday. His name is Adjo, he has an ill sister. I'm going to help them both for a few days. If anything goes wrong then you know what number to call. We'll all meet back here later, okay?"
Wendy nods, "Sounds good, Mr Jackson." She says.
I smile, looking down at Rose as she holds onto my hand. "You be a good girl for Wendy, alright? Daddy will you see you later."
Rose pouts, "I wanna stay with you, daddy." She sadly says, looking at me.
I frown, "I know you do, baby. Just think, you're going to see animals today like elephants and everything! You're going to have fun today, okay? Daddy loves you." I kiss the top of her head.
Rose looks around, still holding onto my hand.
I smirk, "Wendy, would you um.. Help me?" I softly ask her.
Wendy's eyes widen, "Oh, of course!" She chuckles, holding onto Rose's other hand gently.
"Alright Rose, come on." I gently tell her.
Rose stares around, not sure what to do.
I smirk, "Sometimes you have to tell her to pull. Alright? Come on, Rose. Pull, pull, pull, pull!" I tell her.
Rose finally let's go of my hand as Wendy lifts her up.
Rose pouts, staring at me with her big brown eyes.
"I have to meet the fans sometime." I chuckle, messing with her curly hair.
Rose frowns.
"See you two later." I say, kissing Rose's forehead.
I start to walk out of the room, hearing Rose sniffle.
I frown, feeling a little relieved that Wendy was trying to now calm Rose down.
I hate leaving my children alone or with the nanny. I'd rather be with them all the time but my career says otherwise. Is this how Mia feels too? She's going back to do modelling soon, so I'm not sure how she'll handle leaving the children. Every time we took a night off for ourselves she hated it. She hates leaving the kids.
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A man takes my black sequined glove, placing it up on stage.
I grin, watching the audience stare at my glove in awe.
"Michael, Michael!" I hear a few kids call my name.
I smirk, turning around.
Four children run up to me, smiling at me. "Hi, Michael! Hi!" A girl waves at me excitedly.
I grin, "Hello." I giggle.
"I don't believe you're the one who sings Man In The Mirror!" A boy smirks at me, crossing his arms.
I smirk, raising an eyebrow. "You don't? Really? Who do you think it is?" I say, astonished.
The boy shrugs, "It doesn't sound like you.." He mumbles.
I grin, "I can sing it for you all right now if you'd like." I suggest.
The children's faces light up. "Yeah!" They all say in unison.
I chuckle, "Alright, alright.." I clear my throat.
I start snapping my fingers, trying to find a beat.
I'm gonna make a change. Uh.
For once in my life...
The boy's eyes start to widen as my voice crescendos.
It's gonna feel real good..
Gonna make a difference.
Gonna make it right... Uh
As I, turn up the collar on-
My favorite winter coat
This wind is blowing my mind...
I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat.
Who am I to be blind pretending not to see their needs?
A Summer's disregard, a broken bottle top
And a one man's soul..
They follow each other on the wind, ya know.
'Cause they got no where to go.
That's why I want ya to know!
I'm staring with the man in the mirror!
I'm asking him to change his ways!
And no message could've been any clearer!
Uh, if ya wanna make the world a better place take a look at yourself and then make a change!
Hoo!
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.. Uh-Huh... Uh!
I smile at the kids.
The boy's eyes widen. "Wow..." He whispers in awe.
"It really is you!" He exclaims.
I chuckle, "Of course it is!" I smirk.
"I love that song!" The boy whispers.
I grin, "I'm glad you do. I want you four to go out there and make that change, okay?" I smile.
The children nod. "I've gotta get on stage now." I chuckle.
The children wave excitedly at me. "Bye, Michael!" They all say in unison.
I smile, "Bye!" I giggle, running on stage.
The audience cheers loudly as I walk up to the microphone.
"Thank you all for attending this auction. I want to make it clear that all this money is not going to me or for my family at all... It is going back to you and your family. The money that we collect today from this glove will go towards the charity of my choice... And the choice has been made that I will be donating all this money to an AIDS foundation near you. I lost a dear friend of mine to this disease and I believe that together we can find a cure. Even if it's just a new medication, it's still a step closer. I want to thank-" I clear my throat, reading the little card in front of me.
"Drew Quinn for buying my glove for one thousand dollars. Again, all that money will be going to an AIDS foundation near you right here, in Africa. Thank you very much and enjoy my glove." I smirk, walking off of the stage.
"Michael, Michael!" Reporters call out my name.
I quickly walk backstage, looking around me.
"Adjo!" I smile, running towards the boy.
He smiles at me, "I'm so glad you made it." I say, hugging him.
"How is your sister doing?" I ask him.
Adjo frowns, "She's the same like yesterday." He shrugs.
I weakly smile, "I've ordered the medication. It should be coming in soon." I tell him.
Adjo weakly smiles, "Thank you very much, Michael." He says.
I grin, "Of course! I've got the rest of the day off. What would you like to do?" I ask him.
Adjo bites his lip, looking around. "Um.."
"I-I was wondering if you'd like to visit my home." He shyly says.
I smile, "Do I get to meet your sister?" I ask.
Adjo frowns, "She doesn't want any visitors, but um.."
I grin, "I'd love to, Adjo. Just show me the way." I say, taking his hand.
Adjo smiles widely as we start running.
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"Keep up, Michael!" He giggles.
I take a deep breathe, "Jeez, you ran from all the way out here?!" I laugh, kicking dirt all around.
"We're here!" He cheers.
I stop as I look around at the homes.
"How many rooms are in there?" I curiously ask.
Adjo shrugs, "About two." He says.
"My sister, Afia, is in one of them." He says.
I nod.
Adjo's eyes widen, "There's a box!" He exclaims, running towards the front door.
He shakes the box to his ear, "What is this?!" He smiles widely.
I grin, gently taking the box away from him.
I read the label. "I think it's your sister's medicine.." I grin.
Adjo gasps, "Really?! Oh my gosh, Afia!" He takes the box away from me as he runs inside his small home.
"Afia!" I hear Adjo exclaim.
I chuckle, slowly following him inside.
"Wow.." I whisper as I look in the inside of his home.
This thin bar of wood holds the whole house up like this? There's dirt everywhere, very few pots and pans.. Is this how people live around here? Is there not even at least a bathtub here?
"Afia, look at this!" I hear Adjo exclaim in the next room.
"I told you I met Michael yesterday! Look at what Michael Jackson got you!" I hear him exclaim.
I couldn't help but giggle.
"Adjo.." I hear a raspy voice weakly say.
"Adjo, where did you get that from? Michael isn't going to be here.." She softly says.
"No, I'm not lying, Afia! I mean it! Look!" He says, trying to show his sister the box.
"Adjo!" She tries to scold him.
I frown, staring at his sister in one bed.
She's so thin and looks very weak.. She must be in the last stages.
I slowly walk in the small bedroom. "Af-" I softly ask.
Afia starts coughing loudly. Her cough is harsh like a punch.
I frown. "It is me, Michael.." I slowly tell her.
Afia's eyes widen as she stares at me.
Her lip starts to quiver, "W-What is in the box?" She whispers.
I smile sympathetically, "Medication for you. Adjo told me what you're going through. I thought I'd help in any way possible." I say.
Afia furrows her eyebrows, "What?" She whispers, snapping her head towards Adjo.
"Adjo.." She whimpers.
Adjo frowns, holding onto Afia's hand. "I don't want you to die, Afia.." He sadly says.
I gulp, biting my lip as I try not to cry.
"It's a shot. You must inject this in your arm every three days, alright? I think Adjo should be able to help you, right?" I look at Adjo.
Adjo nods, "Of course!" He smiles at his sister.
Afia frowns, "Thank you so much." She softly says, her voice cracking.
I smile, "I'm here to help your family." I say.
Afia stares at me. "Thank you.." She whispers.