Chapter 46
1001words
"Have you ever been in love?" I looked at him and waiting eagerly for his answer.
"No, but I'm falling in love now." he smiled and looked at me while he replied.
I blushed at his words. "Me too."
He chuckled, and I couldn't help myself, so I chuckled as well.
Everything will be okay, as long as I have Valdo by my side I'll be fine.
"Turn left in 800 metres." the GPS instructed. I looked at the backseat and smile. Jamaica was sleeping peacefully in her car seat. My beautiful baby. I closed my eyes and did a short prayer hoping that everything goes well for my stay here. I turned my eyes back to the road, and Valdo turned on the road which led to Alton.
"Everything will be okay. We're going straight to your mother's place. We'll see how goes from thereon. You'll always need to ask her for your documents because you're eighteen, which means you're an adult. We need to get you fully documented. You're going to need a Passport and a Driver's license."
"Driver's License, why would I need a driver's license? I don't know how to drive." I said with a frown.
"I'll teach you."I smiled.
"Thanks and the passport?"
"To travel, of course. That's the purpose of a Passport."
I laughed, "I know what it's used for. I've never left the US before or made plans to leave, so a Passport never crossed my mind."
"Well I travel, a lot and I'd feel bad to leave you and Jamaica alone while I'm enjoying myself in the tropics."
"So we're getting a Passport for her as well."
"Of course." I smile. Could he be any sweeter? All my life, I've been poor. I've never got everything I wanted, and that's because my mother only bought things that I needed. When I just entered puberty, it would make me mad that my mother couldn't afford the things I wanted. While the girls in my class were wearing Vans, I was wearing second-hand thrift store shoes.
As I got older, I started to see that what I was wearing wasn't important. I began to appreciate how hard my mother worked for it. I always kept my goals simple. I never went out much growing up, so listening to Valdo tell me about the future trips that we will be taking is making me super excited.
"How do you feel about Jamaica?"I raised my brows.
"The baby or the country?'
"The country. It's very nice in December," he said it so casually.
"You want us to go next December?"
He chuckled, "That's not a bad idea, but I was leaning towards, this December."
"Won't the passport and those things take a while to get?" My mother handled all my documents, so I didn't know much about how to get certain things.
"No, it takes around six weeks. Less if you get it express."
"What about booking flights and such?"
He smiled, "You don't know anything about travelling, do you?" he ruffled my hair with his free hands, "It's okay. I'll teach you everything you need to know about this big world. As for booking the flight, we'll take my jet. As for the hotels and such, my assistant will deal with that."
"You're super-rich, aren't you?"
"I told you that the first time we met."
"Yea, but I just realise how much. Not that it matters. You deserve all your successes, especially after what happened to you and your mom."
"It's fate. For all us."
"What do you mean?"
"Both of our parents were single mothers, struggling to provide for their child. I made it in the business world, and I met you who happened to be in the same situation as my mom. Fate brought us together. We deserve to be happy, especially since neither of us knows our biological father. This is their karma for abandoning us."
I smile, "That's a good way of putting it."
"We're here," Valdo said he turned off the car engine. I didn't even realise when the car had stopped moving.
"Hmmm?" I turned my head from his face and looked ahead. I realised where I was immediate. I turned my head to the side and looked at the one-bedroom apartment that my mom and I shared, or should I say used to share."Are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be. Let's go." We exited the car and took Jamaica and her car seat with us. We walked to the door and pressed the buzzer.
"Who is it?" Chills ran threw me as I heard my mother's voice for the first time in months. "I'm coming," she shouted. We waited in silence for a few seconds then the apartment door suddenly opened. I looked at my beautiful mother, and tears started to fall.
"Jacky"
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"Jacky?" Her voice trembled as she repeated my name. I could read the surprise on her face as well as happiness. Teardrops rolled by her cheek, "my baby."
Unable to keep my distance, I pulled her into a hug and wrapped my arms around her. She wailed in my arms, and I started to feel guilty, maybe I stayed away too long. "I'm so sorry, ma'" I said between sobs.
She pulled away from me, and we looked into each other's tear-stained eyes. She shook her head, vigorously, "No. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for how I reacted, for how I treated you. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
I place my hands on her cheeks to wipe her tears, "It's okay. I understand. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm okay. I forgive you."
She shook her head, "I shouldn't have kicked you out. I shouldn't have done to you what my parents did for me. It was so wrong."
"Do you forgive me?" I pled.
