Searching for Love, Found Wealth

Many famous celebrities like China Anne McClain and Swass King supported it. I thought of making a group to compliment my page but decided against it.

Someone accepted my request. “That was fast” I smiled. His name was Alex Soto. I thought of starting a chat with him since he could possibly be online but then a notification came that my request to join “Black Lives Matter” has been approved. I exhaled, I tapped on the notification and it led me to the group.

Their posts weren’t all that fun, I concluded, after twenty minutes of surfing through it. Well, you don’t expect people being bullied for their skin color to be fun, right?

Alex Soto sent a message “hi, do I know you?” I ignored it. Like how do you get friends if you don’t first talk to strangers? He sent another, “by the way, nice to meet you!”.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Another notification came, “Your invitation to join ‘Teenagers Hangouts’ has been approved…”. I tapped on it too. The group was fun. The admin was a girl, Lydia Mark. I guess she was a black girl so I sent her a message, “hi”.

I also sent Alex Soto, “hello, too. Nice to meet you. How are you?” I thought of adding other things but someone else accepted my request so I left to check it.

I guess she was a Filipina, Hanna Cula. It was a cool name. Facebook seemed time consuming. I’ve already spent almost thirty minutes. I surfed my news feed and all the pictures I saw were about food.

Naturally I would be excited, but food weren’t my reason for opening a Facebook account, fighting racism was.

“I’m fine. My name is Alex” Alex texted. I wanted to ignore but then I realized that I haven’t updated my profile picture yet.

I didn’t have much pictures of myself. I quickly texted, “I’m Kiera” and left to check my gallery. My mom yelled my name so I switched off my data and ran to the kitchen.

“I just joined Facebook” I announced to her. She didn’t look happy. She was hiding something behind her.

“Um… I think we have a problem” she said. I cocked my eyebrows at her “which is..?”. She stared blankly into space. That’s my mom looking for the best way to break a sad news.

Fear began enveloping me. She slowly stretched out her hand and made a picture on the phone visible to me. It was a little girl. I was a bit confused on her skin color. She was the type you could call “American-African”. She wasn’t dark but wasn’t a white either.

“And who is that?” I questioned. My mom looked at the picture then at me. I looked at the picture again.

I didn’t notice it before but they was a man beside her. My dad! “Wait that’s my half-sister!” It sounded more like a question.

“Mom, I have a half-sister?” I asked her. She nodded and scrolled left on her phone. More pictures of the little girl came on.

She was sure treated like a Princess. Same way I was till Dad left. “Exactly the same age as you when your dad left” my mom mumbled.

She was seven or almost seven. Knowing I have a half-sister didn’t excite me so much like it should. My dad left me for her.

And it seemed my dad was trying to leave her for me. I didn’t want that to happen to her. I didn’t need my dad so she could have him. He could even be a curse to her.

“Oh goody, I have such a pretty half-sister” I sang as I went back to the parlor.

“She’d be visiting!”.

I stopped in my tracks. “Say what, mom?” I yelled. I heard her right. My half-sister was visiting. Aish… I wasn’t in the mood for big sister games.

“And how do you know mom?” I yelled again. My mom was now behind me.

“So you heard me the first time.” She smiled. I smiled back.

“Lucky you, you have a pretty little girl you can spoil. I have two”.

My mom seemed happy and what did she mean by she has two? Would she mother the girl too? Would I share a mom and a dad with her too?

“Meaning what? Don’t she have a mom? Must she share everything with me?” I queried. I didn’t expect my mom’s answer as I switched on my data and went on Facebook.

“Her mom is an abuser. She’s a white lady your dad married. But she didn’t really like your half-sister so she’ll be staying here”.

I felt a small spark in my head. White lady? Dad married a white lady?

“No wonder his life turned out that way, whites are trouble” I muttered but my mom didn’t hear me. I shook the thought off my head. Not all whites are trouble.

“She said she wants to be a lesbian and had to divorce your dad” mom continued. I faced her, “who wants to be lesbian? My half sister or her white mother?”. My mom said the latter.

I was still in shock that I accidentally opened Alex Soto’s message. I looked at my phone and then at mom.

“So a woman would abandon her daughter?”. I felt pity for the girl. Not only did her mom reject her but her mom would remarry. I don’t know how I’ll feel if my mom turns gay and leaves me.

“Mom, why do people become gay?” I asked. She tilted her heart to the left and then to the right.

“What can I say. It’s said to be natural. Falling in love with the same-sex is okay with them”.

I gasped then sent a “yes” to Alex Soto’s “stay safe, okay?”. I wanted to add “you too” but I just switched off my data again and grabbed my mom’s phone.

Maybe my little sister should come after all. I’d try to cheer her up in any way I can. She could find a new identity here. We are related by blood so it won’t be too weird. I hope.

Note: The gay reference is adopted by “true feelings of a writer” and not done to offend anyone. All are literary pieces of art.