Hi, Dad

“Hi.”

It was my Aunt Cassie with her singsong voice and dangling earrings and noisy bangles. She definitely gives off gypsy vibes, only classier and modern. I have seen gypsies only in movies. My classmates have long left and what remained now in the terrace below were some of the staff cleaning up the mess of a group of rowdy teenagers left. I feel bad for them most especially because when I told grandfather about the party and the confusion, I promised to help in the cleaning.

Also, I was staring there because I can see Zayn with his friends, Aron and Fred and when he saw me, he waved at me and my heart went on a limbo all over again.

“Hello aunt Cassie. Where is Tasha?”

“She is with your mother and grandmother. Tasha loves hanging out with people not her age. That is why she is wise beyond her years.”

“So.. You heard that too.”

“I did, but it was meant for you.”

“In less than two weeks, I became a different person. Back in Manhattan, I was just like any regular teen you see on t