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❣❣❣❣❣❣EPISODE 02 ❣❣❣❣❣❣
"Mother, for the last time I promise to come to
your annual summer banquet," I mumble
through the phone. I open the fridge and pull
out a gallon of milk, pouring it over my frosty
flake cereal. I'd just finished getting ready for
school when my mother called. She always
seems to call me at the most inconvenient
"Honey, that's what you said last year and the
year before, remember? I was looking forward
to introducing you to my colleagues, but then
you never showed up. I understand not
attending the dinner, but you didn't show your
face during the auction or after-party. You
already know how important this event is for
"Yeah, I know mom. I apologize that I couldn't
make it these past few years and I have my
reasons. But I promise you I won't miss this
year." I reply taking a big bite of my cereal.
From the other end, she sighs loudly in
distress, "Fine, but I'm holding you to that
promise. I expect you to be there."
"I swear, I'll make it this year. I'll be there." I
respond taking one last bite. Looking at the
clock I see that it is already 7:10, if I don't
leave soon I'll be late. "Mom, I have to go."
"Ok. Have fun at work today."
"Thank you, I will."
I am about to say bye when my mother
speaks, interrupting me, "Erin darling, please
come home and visit us sometimes. We all
miss you dearly."
I freeze in my chair as I contemplate her
words. The last time I saw my family was
more than five months ago. It is true that I
have been busy with school since I am trying
to get everything done before the end of the
school year, but sometimes I wonder if I use
that as an excuse to avoid my family.
"I'll try mom," I respond half-heartedly before
saying bye and ending the call. I didn't have
the courage to say the words I promise;
because it is a promise I can't keep. Although
I love my family, I somehow feel that right now
I needed time for myself.
I grab the keys off the counter and head out
As I am driving, I think about my mother's
annual summer banquet that I promised to
attend. It is an event that I have no desire to
join, but I don't want to disappoint my mother
more than I already have. Because I know how
much the banquet means to her.
Every year my mom throws a large summer
banquet to support one of her favorite
charities. Usually, over 500 people attend the
event, from CEOs to business owners, and
sometimes there are even famous people that
The banquet is held at one of the biggest and
most famous hotels in town. Throughout the
year my mother would collect items or people
would donate valuables to be auctioned off at
the event. After the auction, there is usually an
after-party which everyone attends and
I had always enjoyed the auction, but I was not
very fond of the after-party. Unlike me, my
younger sister Grace loves to attend those
events. I usually hide away in some dark
corner until it's time to go home. I don't blame
her for enjoying those parties, mostly when
she's usually the center of attention of every
available bachelor there.
However, my dislike of events is not the
reason why I didn't attend the banquet for the
last two years. No, it was something else that
I would like to forget and erase from my
I pull up into the parking lot and into my usual
spot, as I wipe the unshed tears from my
eyes. This is no time to cry and reminisce
about the past. In about ten minutes I will be
greeting each child as they enter the
classroom, and there is nothing else I want to
show them except a warm smile for their day.
I slap both my cheeks lightly and plaster on
what I hope is a "good-enough" smile.
Grabbing my purse, I run towards the school.
Happy that I make it just in time, I put my
purse in my desk before standing by the
doorway. Soon one-by-one the students slowly
file into the classroom. By the time the clock
strikes 7:50 am, most of the students have
Still standing at the door I shout into the
classroom, "Students, please take your seats
and start your journal for the day please."
"Good morning, Ms. Cooper," says a small
voice from behind me. I turn and glance down
to see Kale smiling.
Mirroring his smile, I reply."Good morning,
"Good morning Ms. Cooper," says the low soft
murmur. My grin quickly disappears, and my
body stiffens for a brief second. I know that
voice. My attention shifts from Kale to the
handsome man standing behind him. One look
and I nearly groan in pleasure. It doesn't seem
real, but he looks more handsome than he did
It takes all my willpower not to close my eyes,
reach my hand towards Caden, and trail my
fingers down his hard chest. Praying that he
doesn't hear the desperation in my voice, I
muster a simple response, "Good morning to
you too, Mr. Williams."
Shaking his head, he chuckles, "Oh no we can't
have that, you're making me feel old, Ms.
Cooper. Mr. Williams is my father's name.
Please, call me Caden."
Giggling, I answer, "Alright then Caden, please
call me Erin."
"Erin," he repeats softly, almost like he is
testing the name on his tongue. I feel myself
shiver from delight. Did I just sense a sexual
vibe from him? I look up at Caden again and
know instantly that I was being delusional.
There is no way someone so handsome can
be attracted to me.
Mentally shaking my head to clear myself of
unnecessary thoughts, I give Caden a slight
nod, "Well Caden, thanks for bringing Kale in
this morning. Will you be on time this
afternoon to pick him up?"
"Yes, I swear I'll come on time today. Sorry
again for yesterday."
"No problem at all," I answer just as the bell
rings signaling the start of class. "Well, that's
my cue. Have a great day."
"And the same to you," he replies as he turns
to leave. I can't help but notice the swagger in
his stride as he walks away or how nicely he
filled those jeans he had on. I have to muster
up the extra strength within me just to look
away, and clearly, I wasn't the only one who
noticed the handsome uncle.
I caught the looks of the other two young and
single teachers Jean and Nicole; whose rooms
were across from mine. Now, those where the
types of girls that matched Caden. Attractive,
thin, and confident ladies who were worth his
time. Not me.
I'm embarrassed at myself for acting like a
teenager facing their first crush. I need to face
reality and fast.
I bring my hands together and slap my cheeks
a little harder than I anticipated. Taking a deep
breath and composing myself I return to the
Another school day is officially over and this
time just as Caden had promised, he was on
time to pick up Kale. He even stayed to talk to
me. He asked me casual questions like if I
was from Wisconsin and how I got into
teaching. They were simple questions and yet
a part of me was happy he was interested
enough to ask.
I am about to ask Caden a little about himself
too, however, it seemed like Kale wanted to go
home early and watch this new show he found
on Netflix, so I don't get the chance. But
maybe it is better off that way, the less I know
about him the better.
Hearing the vibration of my phone on my desk,
I look down to see a text from one of my best
Cherry: Erin, where are you? Julie and I are at
the usual spot. Hurry, I'm hungry.
Me: Sorry, had a staff meeting after work today.
Be there in 10.
Every Wednesday I meet up with two of my
best friends and we have dinner together.
Grabbing my purse off the desk I sling it over
my left shoulder before exiting out my
classroom door and the school building. Ten
minutes later I arrive at a diner next to a small
cafe and a few other businesses. I can already
smell the mouthwatering aroma of different
food and spices drifting from the diner.
"Erin, over here," my friend Cherry calls, waving
her right hand. Cherry looks as beautiful as
always. Her long blonde hair is curled and
flows across her shoulders. Her makeup is
flawless, and she is wearing the latest outfit
issued in last month's VOGUE magazine.
Cherry has the perfect body and she looks
incredible in anything she wears. The large
fake glasses she has on can't hide her natural
light blue eyes.
Cherry is a fashion designer and owns her own
private company. She only specializes in
special orders and designs. She had been
approached multiple times over the years by
large agencies, but she always declined their
offers. Cherry always told me that what she
enjoys most is designing an outfit dedicated
and unique to only one person.
Looking around, I slide in the chair across
from her. "Where's Julie?"
She glances up from the menu. "She went to
the bathroom. What are you going to get?"
"What I always get." I shrug, ignoring the
"Gosh, Erin." Cherry crosses her arms, "Don't
you want to try something new? I can't believe
you don't get tired of eating chicken Alfredo
every Wednesday night."
"Can't help it, this place has the best chicken
Alfredo in town. I wouldn't know what else to
"But look at this menu," Cherry points to the
column of food listings, "There is so much to
"I couldn't agree more." We look up to see
Julie approach. "They do have the best chicken
"Yes," I exclaim throwing a small fist pump in
the air, "Julie understands me."
Julie is a shy redhead with light brown freckles
on her cheeks. Tonight, her long curls that
usually flowed down to her hips are tied into a
nicely shaped bun. The black glasses she
wears are a little too big on her which causes
her to constantly push them up. The long
black skirt she had on ends at her ankles and
they match perfectly with her white blouse.
Like me, Julie is a little more on the bigger
side. Regardless, she is one of those girls who
are big but gorgeous.
As for me, I'm just big. I don't have the beauty
that Julie has. She just chooses to hide her
loveliness underneath layers of clothing that
are too large for her. Like me, Julie also has a
passion for children. She is currently a well-
known author for children's books. In fact, I
read a lot of her books to my students in the
"I was actually thinking of getting some too,"
Julie adds taking the seat next to me.
"Fine," Cherry pouts. "I guess I'll get my usual
too then, a double cheeseburger with extra
The waiter comes to take our orders.
Julie and I shake our heads, "And yet she never
gains a single pound."
"Don't you just kind of hate her?" I frown
turning to Julie.
"Yes, extremely," she nods in agreement.
Both of us turn to a pouting Cherry, then turn
back to look at one another and burst out
laughing. We have this conversation every time
we get together, and it never gets old. Our love
for food is one of the main reasons why we
remain such wonderful friends. Although, unlike
Julie and I, Cherry can eat a mountain of food
and never gain a single pound.
Believe it or not, we met each other five years
ago at my mother's annual summer banquet
and hit it off right away. Since then we became
great friends. We were all similar in age too,
Cherry being the oldest at 26 and Julie being
the youngest at 24.
Relaxing back in her seat, Cherry asks, "Erin,
your mother is hosting her annual summer
banquet soon, isn't she?"
"Yeh," I reply quietly swirling the straw around
in my drink. "I'm not looking forward to it at
Taking a sip of her soda, Cherry questions, "Do
you have to attend the event?"
I wait until the waiter is done placing all our
meals in front of us before answering, "What
do you think? Don't you remember how
disappointed and furious she was last year
because I never showed up? Plus, I didn't go
the year before either and that made her
angrier. She made me promise today to attend
the banquet. You know me, I just can't say no
to my mom, no matter how much I want to."
"But if you attend this year," Julie says chiming
in, "You might see him there."
"I know," I whisper looking down at my food,
my appetite gone.
"So, what if he's there," Cherry huffs, "That's
why Julie and I will be going with you. We'll
stay there all night by your side if we need to.
We're not going to let one guy ruin our night."
I felt Julie's hand wrap around mine and
squeeze it tight.
"Thanks, guys." I murmur sincerely.
"Enough of this gloomy stuff," yells Cherry. "It's
time to stuff our faces and regret it later."
I chuckle. Cherry always knows exactly what to
say to lighten the mood. Picking up my fork, I
take a bite of the yummy chicken Alfredo.
I pull up into my driveway and see a very
familiar car parked outside my apartment.
Parking my car next to it I get out and inspect
the vehicle next to mine.
"Grace?" I question knocking on the window. In
less than a second, my sister is out of her car
and in my arms for a hug.
"Erin, I missed you." She exclaims hugging me
Still, in her embrace, I ask with concern, "What
are you doing here and at this hour?"
Pulling back, she smiles, "I wanted to see
"You could have called. How long have you
"Not long, just a few hours."
I shake my head in disbelief, "You're crazy.
Come on let's go inside." I lead the way as
When we are finally inside, I take her to the
kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Just water please."
Grabbing a cold-water bottle from the fridge, I
set it in front of her. Pulling up one of the
kitchen stools; I sit on it and face her. I wait
until Grace is done taking a drink before I can
ask the question weighing on my mind. "Grace,
what are you doing here?"
Looking at me, she responds, "No particular
Somehow I just couldn't tell if she was telling
the truth or not. "Come on Grace, tell me
what's really going on?"
"I'm being honest; I came here to see you."
"That's it?" I ask, still not buying it.
"Then why didn't you call or text me?"
"Because if I told you I was coming you
would've probably told me not to come or said
that you were busy."
Darn, my little sister knows me too well. I
would have done exactly what she said. "So
that's all you wanted, to see me?"
"Yes," Grace answers crossing her arms. She
doesn't look too happy. "Erin, I haven't seen
you in over a month. It's not only me, but mom
and dad haven't seen you either. We are all
concerned about you. Are you by any chance
mad at us?"
I shake my head in denial, "Of course not, how
can I be mad at you guys?"
Grace frowns, "Then are you mad at me?"
Surprised by her simple statement I shake my
head again, "How can I be mad at you?"
She shrugs her scowl deepening, "Then why
don't you ever come to visit us anymore?"
I felt like a horrible sister at that moment, but I
know I can't tell her the truth either. I am not
ready to tell her the deep and painful secrets I
have locked away. I am not going to bother her
with my problems
Placing my hand on top of hers, I reply slowly,
"Sorry, I didn't know time apart from me would
make you this sad. How 'bout I promise to
come to dinner at least once a week? Would
that make you feel better?"
I watch as she contemplates my answer, the
wheels of her mind turning. I hope what I
offered was enough for her and my parents.
After a brief silence she nods, "Yes, I think that
would make us all feel better. Thank you, Erin."
"Don't you have classes tomorrow?"
"I don't have classes on Friday."
"O.K. then. Why don't you sleep in the guest
room tonight? Tomorrow I'll cook you some
breakfast before I go to work. Would you like
Her frown arches into a beaming smile, "Yes I
would," she replies softly but happily. Sliding
off the chair she pulls out her phone, "I'll call
to let mom know I'm staying over."
I watch as she enters the living room with her
phone and I wonder if the promise I made was
really the right decision.
To be continued.....
What secret do you think Erin is keeping from her sister?
Can you guess the reason she hates to attend her mother's event?