First chapter featuring the Generations expansion pack!
Zawadi wakes up the next morning and gets ready for school. She really does like school, but just cannot understand why she always ends up staring out of the window daydreaming or doodling when her teacher is teaching.
Once again, she is the first up. Times like this, she really wishes she had someone to play with. Mornings can be so lonely.
Zawadi makes herself a bowl of cereal. She pauses when she hears someone moving around in her parent’s room. This means that one of them is awake early this morning. She really hopes it’s her daddy.
Miles is still sleeping from working late last night. Sephora gets out of bed. She wants to make sure that Zawadi does not try to leave for school without her signed note to her teacher.
Zawadi is still eating breakfast when Sephora enters the room.
The school bus arrives. “Don’t forget to give that note to your teacher!” Sephora reminds Zawadi.
Sephora begins preparing organic waffles for breakfast; praying that Zawadi has a better day at school.
Miles and Sephora are at the table eating their waffles. “I’m concerned about Zawadi,” Sephora begins. “Her teacher says that she’s distracted at school. When I asked Zawadi about it, she only wanted to know where you were.”
“Zawadi knows that I work late. That was her attempt at avoiding the subject. Can we talk about this later? I’m due at the park,” Miles answers.
Miles leaves for work on his bike; amused at how Zawadi seems to be able to easily manipulate Sephora. He reminds himself to talk to Zawadi about that soon.
Zawadi arrives home from school. She sees that her mother is very busy, but apparently not too busy to ask her about school. “Any notes from your teacher?”
“No mommy,” Zawadi answers.
Zawadi finds that she is happiest when painting at her easel.
Sephora finishes another sculpture and stands back admiring her work. This one should bring in a lot of money, she thinks to herself.
As the sun sets, Zawadi puts finishing touches on her painting.
Sephora prepares her sculpture to be sold at the consignment shop. Then she goes to work preparing sushi for dinner.
It’s almost too dark to see when Zawadi finally finishes her painting. If only she could spend her days creating rather than sitting in the classroom listening to her boring teacher.
Sephora and Zawadi sit down for yet another dinner alone without Miles. Sephora cannot help but think about how Miles being gone so much must affect Zawadi.
“Remember when you asked me about daddy yesterday? You asked me where he was…you do know that daddy wants to be here with us but he has to work so we can have food to eat.”
“I know mommy.”
“Well…why did you ask me that?”
“Well…why did you ask me that?”
Zawadi stops and thinks for a moment. “No reason,” she says. “I just miss him sometimes.”
“Me too,” Sephora admits.
“Can I go to bed now?” Zawadi asks, suddenly feeling very tired.
“Can I go to bed now?” Zawadi asks, suddenly feeling very tired.
Sephora excuses Zawadi; admitting to herself that it does feel lonely around the house without Miles there.
Zawadi peers out of her bedroom, hoping that she hasn’t made her mother sad by asking about her dad so much.