"Moving in already ? " The face of a grinning Meron comes to sight when I lifted my head from the pillow.
I open my mouth to speak when a blaring car horn interrupts my  objections.

" Dad's here. " we say in unison facing each other.  " And just so you know , I wasn't moving in on the dude.. he's barely  worth the effort." I say jokingly. She laughs . " okay , now stop worrying about the hot 'dude' and worry about the fact that your dad is already home and you're still not dressed well."She puts a strong emphasis  on the word dude and walks out of my room leaving  me to my thoughts, and  my mind immediately changes course into the stone faced  always suited man who will be sitting  across me on a silent dinner table . Not to mention the Canadian dude.   He rarely gets home this early , he always gets home past 9 . Why the unusual show up ?
I clouded my self with questions going through my closet getting my dinner clothes ready .  
Then there is this rule " No one ! Can arrive late at dinner ; Who ever does will not be served the same way. Everyone  should be ready from thirty to fifteen minutes before dinner is served ."
My mom always says
"ገበታ ክቡር ነው ፡፡" 
(A meal is always Respected) 
I slipped in a dark blue dress pulling it down my head then my shoulders cursing Ethiopian   culture and the strong respect the family has for them .
I comb my hair with my fingers staring myself down in the mirror .
I cringed at the sight of what stared back at me . Pale with dark eye bags circling her eyes a girl who seems so unsettled , whose eyes were glazed with exhaustion and lack of sleep wearing  the color that very much described her mood .

I didn't know her ... I didn't know me .
I've changed , the sickness despite it's unusual and unpredictable visits was wearing me off .

And i was a bit hurt knowing that no one had noticed .
No one cared to notice - I mean .

I turned away from the mirror loathing the image i would see if i dared to look again . Perhaps that's why they didn't say anything about my change... Maybe they felt the same was as i did when they took in my features .

I doubt that .

And without a word , not even a glance in the  direction of the well dressed Canadian stepping down the stairs I willed my face into a cold disinterested mask and approached my parents as they were just taking their seats at the table .

Perfect timing ! I told myself .

A/N: So , here comes another chapter of the utter boredom of Blen's life. Sorry for the update that took more than a month . But We barely have reads close to 30 right now and we have a lot of work ( or reading , commenting , voting, sharing) to do ;)
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