But I got all my mother's features except my brown eyes like my father.
I coloured my blonde hair as pitch black but I couldn't change my pale skin. I think I have no melanin in my body, So it was easy for me to win the 1st prize in my fifth grade as a ghost in a Halloween party.
Most of my friends used to make fun of me saying my dad had crossed my gene with the ghost while I was a fetus in my mom's womb, that's how I was destined to get a pale skin.
There was a time I believed their shitty words until I reached thirteen, the time I lost my dad.
I had an awesome childhood until my father's sudden death. Some say he was stuck inside the lab while the fire wore down the whole place but my mom said it was a well-planned missionary to cost my dad's life.
I didn't get to the point what she was trying to make me understand.
Chole, Natasha, Dacy, Nichole, Clara, and Eminem, my crazy friends are going to join me for the journey of Chennai.
And from there Kalai, Priya, Dhanu, Tharani, and Pooja will join us. They are eager to work with us and I am happier to get their support.
Indians are so friendly and helping minded. I still remember when I was lost between the crowd, an old lady offered me some food and water even sat with me until my dad gets me. That was my last visit to India but still, that day hold some memorable things.
"It's not going to exceed six months, after that we will be returning back to Texas." That's how I told them to consider my request.
They were hesitant at first but somehow agreed to come with me.
The first thing they were afraid of is its weather. It's summer season and they know how the sun is going to burn us alive.
It took me one week to convince them. Silly guys with silly reasons. I shook my head and glanced at my Rolex watch.
"It's time to go," I told my mom and looked down at her. I'm feet higher than her where she stood like a shortcake not more than 5.6' but wearing a 3' heels made me look like the tallest person ever but I'm just 5.7'.
"Bye Miss. Shortcake." I kissed her forehead, my dad used to call her 'shortcake' while he was alive.
"Mom I'm not going to di.." She slapped her hand over my mouth and shook her head. "Don't." her voice was broken. I hugged her tightly and tried to blink back my tears.
I feel bad for leaving Texas where I had been raised as an independent woman. I feel bad for leaving my home which my dad built for me and I feel bad for leaving my mom all alone by herself.
I offered her to come with me but she wants to stay there with my dad's memories.
"Don't eat late, don't skip your food." her hands cupped my face with so much passion and affection.
She looks aged which I failed to notice earlier. An ugly wrinkle formed over my mom's forehead but still, she is beautiful. She has achieved a lot as a Mother and as a Wife.
"I will." I gave her an assurance smile clutching her hands firmly. If I solve this puzzle I can able to find the misery behind my dad's death. So, I want to go now, there is no second thought.
I pecked both of her cheeks once last time before calling my friends to leave, with that we all settled into the plane after two hours of finishing up all the formalities.
You know what? These formalities are eating my nerve to hell. Does it make any sense? I don't think so. For me, It's a waste of time.
Does it necessarily need to take two hours just for scanning the luggage and checking me thoroughly? I had almost wasted 365 hours here at the airport doing nothing but go along with their formalities.
I let out a sigh of relief and glanced through the window; that seat gave me a beautiful view of the city from the air.
Taking my dad's photo from my handbag, lingering a kiss on his forehead I brought the frame closer to my chest.
"I love you, Dad." I whispered.
It's not easy to accept the fact that he is no more with us, it is a bitter truth that my heart refuses to accept.
"I will bring Justice to your death."
I closed my eyes and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
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