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Chapter 1

The perfect side of NewportOn this cold November morning the sun peeked through rain clouds on the third story window of this

old apartment building. I can see how the people move about like bees in a hive. I cuddle cozily in my

warm chair near the window with my dark purple fleece blanket around my delicate body. I can smell

my mother’s cooking in the kitchen. The smell of syrup and pancakes makes my stomach growl. I can

hear my father moving about in his office. Its Thanksgiving vacation, so I’m happy there is no schooltoday. I can’t wait till I graduate in May. My mother breaks my train of thought calling me from the

kitchen. Both my father and I end up at the kitchen table within the blink of an eye.

“Oh my, I guess I have a hungry bunch this morning” my mother says cheerfully as she pours coffee

in a red mug. “

“With your good cooking who wouldn’t be hungry” my father replies as he looks up to her with warm

deep green eyes. My mother kisses his forehead and whispers something softly in his ear that makes

him blush.

“Do you need me to leave you two love birds alone?”I asked covering my eyes. I have the perfect pair

of parents I thought to myself.

“You are so silly Aina” my mother laughed.As we begin to eat, my mother and father talk about their plans for today. My mother has a few

cooking classes to give and my father has to go check up on the small gift shop he owns.

“Aina” my dad calls out. I guess I was lost in thought. “Do you have any plans for today?”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do today, Dad” I sighed.

“I think college or a boyfriend would be a good starting point” he said sarcastically and smiles

because he knows that the subject of love is out of the question.

“I don’t need a boyfriend” I snapped

“In due time, my beloved Aina” he smiled as he padded my mother’s hand. My mother was standing

behind him one arm over his shoulders staring at me with light honey colored eyes. Her light brown

hair was braided into two sections, each one over her shoulder. She wore blue jeans and a hot pink

colored cardigan sweater, pink star earrings and a headband to match. She always looks so chic. Myfather wore his khaki colored chino pants, sage green long sleeved polo shirt. It was a picture perfect

image. One I could never forget. They look so beautiful together. Yet they stood there dead silent

waiting patiently for me to respond. “Okay, umm, I will be at the pier again today” I said trying to

break their penetrating stare. Then we all started to laugh out loud. What a perfect morning I thought.



Chapter 2

The not so perfect side of Newport I was sitting there on my father’s cold leather chair looking out of his office window. This was the

tallest building in Newport. From here you could see everything, from the lighthouse in the bay to the

bustling city streets. The people looked like ants rushing along a trail, all with one objective on their

minds, surviving. My father had always had it the easy way. He always got what he wanted and as I was waiting here, he was signing to be the owner of this mega company. He sacrificed everything he

had including his family to make it here. Not the perfect father I thought. I would give up everything to

live in that cozy home filled with the smells of good home cooking, the kind my mother used to make. I

miss her so much.

I swiftly returned to sit in front of the luxurious wooden desk as I heard my father’s laughter

approaching. He was in high spirits not only because of the new industry he had in his hands but

because of the millions he would have every year in his bank account. My father changed so much

after my mother passed away when I was 13. It’s been about 6yrs since then and many things have

changed including my father’s lust for money and women. I turned around in the chair not wanting to

face him. I can hear that he wasn’t alone. The giggles of a woman accompanied my father’s corny

jokes and meaningless expressions. Finally, he came in with his new mistress.

“I guess it went well father” I said coldly. Their laughter stopped when I turned around.

“Oh, Andrew,” he cleared his throat “I had forgotten you were here”.

I remember the face of his new redheaded mistress from the reception offices on the fourth floor. I

can see why he is so happy. She had a figure any woman would envy and she had no shame in showing

it. She wore a revealing white blouse and a navy blue pencil skirt with a large slit on the side. Her

smile was embraced by dark reddish brown lipstick and her eyes were as green as the money that she

saw in my father. A perfect pair I said to myself.

“Oh, hello Andrew, my name is Meagan. You must be Mr. Chambray’s son” she said as she extended

her hand to me trying to hide her embarrassment. She knew who I was and she knew that I

remembered her from earlier. She had tried to hit on me as we were in the elevator together. What aslut I thought as I ignored her extended hand.

“Will we be visiting mom’s grave today, Father?” I asked. “Oh, I’m sorry; I have other company

meetings I must attend to. I’ll be too busy to go along with you” my father said trying to justify his true

intentions for today. He sat at his desk looking through his business agenda. Meagan stood near the

door.

“I imagine an expensive hotel and wine would be added to the company’s expenses.” I said as I

turned and started walking towards Meagan. I stopped at her side, facing the door but just close

enough for her to hear, “perfect price for a high paying whore”. I can see her face turning burning

red. Was it anger or embarrassment? I didn’t care I opened the door slowly and closed it with a large

“BANG”. I decided that I would go to the pier after I went to visit my mother’s grave.



Chapter 3

Love at first sightI closed the door behind me and made my way out through the dim hallways. I can hear the creaking

sounds of the old doors. I passed Mrs. Coleman’s pink door and Mr. Hanley’s old broken door. They

used to be my babysitters when I was younger. They used to tell me to make lemonade out of the

lemons that life would throw at us. Funny thing is that it always works. I went down the three flights

of stairs and walked out of the old building. I wish they would renovate it. It has so many goodmemories.

I walked to my Dad’s corner gift shop to see if he needed anything. The familiar sound of ringing

bells when you opened the door made me feel at home. There were many different flowers, teddy bears

and chocolates. The greeting cards were all on one wall. Balloons were hanging from an old basket

filled with decorative weights. It always feels so cozy in here.

“Hello, my sweet, Aina, where are you off to today?” my dad said cheerfully from behind the counter.

“Not much, just making the most out of my school vacation. Did you need any help today?” I replied

with a smile.

“No, go have fun! Nothing to do here, kiddo.” He chuckled. “Ah, look,” he said pulling a white rose

from behind the counter. “It’s for you! This white rose reminds me of you.” he handed it to me with ahuge grin.

“Dad, it’s beautiful. Thanks!” I took the flower in my hand and gave him a quick hug and left.

As I walked down the busy streets towards the pier I turned left on Pike road. You can see how

everything starts to transform from lively city streets to a winding road full of trees and old houses. I

started to head into the cemetery but stopped and hid behind an old willow tree. There was a young man

headed towards a grave. He had on a deep sapphire blue wind breaker, loose fitting cargo pants and one

white rose in his hand. He kneeled down in front of the headstone and laid the rose in front of it. Rain

started to come down as he began to cry. He didn’t have an umbrella and I felt so sorry for him. I

opened my umbrella and started to walk quietly towards him.

“Hi, umm” I cleared my throat as I positioned my umbrella over his body. He wiped his tears and

quietly got up.“Thanks” he replied softly. I put the umbrella in his hand, it was warm, strong feeling, and I bent

down and put the rose my father had given me and rested it beside his. I smiled back looking away

from his confused stare.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted I just thought…well never mind.” I didn’t want him to feel offended so I

took my umbrella and started to walk back. I was surprised with myself.

“Thank you, Miss, I was heading towards the pier. Would you like to walk with me? I could tell you

a little bit about Mrs. Chambray, if you’d like?” he answered politely as he took the umbrella from my

hand and gazed at me with deep blue eyes and a red swollen face.

‘’Sure, I was headed that way too.” I said. Curiosity was greater than my common sense. Whatever

happened to not talking to strangers?

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