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Mimi & Liora’s District

Published December 15, 2011 by ladyserenity92

Residents south of Ellen Brook Road,

West of Caves Road and north of the Margaret River

May be impacted by fire in one hour….

The fires of friendship between two 10-year old tween girls.

Oh, I haven’t forgot about about Mimi and Liora.

Expect the ‘return’ of a nearly forgotten tale.

“My Friend Mimi’ makes a return in 2012!

Go for broke!

 

 

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My Friend Mimi (esp.4)

Published November 29, 2011 by ladyserenity92

That next day was day of the festival. You and your sister got dressed up and ready for that special day. Your sister wore a tank top and jeans; while you wore your sailor clothes. You examined yourself in the bathroom mirror. You noticed how short your hair was cut. .

You know what I think? When you were ten you always wanted short hair just like the girls in the teen and tween magazines you’ve liked so much. Your grandma once said that girls having short hair and boys having long hair was a sign of rebellion. You never stopped to think about a rebellion. Short hair for girls and long hair for boys was very popular back than. To me you looked lovely with short hair.

You and your sister finished up just as the door bell rang. Both you and your sister raced over to the door. You beat your sister to the door. You turned the doorknob and in front of you was Mimi with a man standing next to her. The man had red hair and wore blue jeans and a KISS t-shirt. You and your sister blushed as the man smiled warmly.

Mimi saw the glow on you and your sister’s face.

“This is my teacher, Mr. Hall,” Mimi introduced the man. “Mr. Hall this is Jesse and her sister Liora.”

Your sister studied Mr. Hall from head to toe. As she looked at him from head to toe, she felt her heart pounding. It pounded so fast, you thought that your sister would die happy in front of you.

Mr. Hall was a doll. In your mind you wished Mimi’s teacher would be your boyfriend. He was a rare blue rose. No wonder why your sister was crazy about him.

Mr. Hall saw your sister and smiled again.

“Hi, Roland.” Your sister replied gently.

“Hello, Jessica.” Mr. Hall returned. “Parker’s waiting for us in the car. we don’t want to be late, so we better get a move on. The parking spaces get full this time of year.”

“Yes,” your sister said, still blushing like a tomato. “Let’s go, Sis.”

You met Mimi’s brother Parker. He was seven and was three years younger than Mimi. Parker had a phobia of girls and women as you found out when you tried to shake his hand. He turned his back to you. He was afraid and didn’t know you.

I hope you don’t hold a grudge to Mimi’s bother or towards other men and boys. Most people are like that. Most times some people change. (I said ‘some’; not all.) Maybe thirty years later you and Parker are getting along very well. And Parker is Mimi’s brother, after all.

Mr. Hall got to the festival on schedule and was fortunate to find a parking space. You got out of the car with everybody else and walked to the entrance of the festival gate. You and the others notice that there wasn’t as many people flooding the festival as the last time. The reason why was because there was a recession in New Jersey that spread all the world like a virus. Most people stayed home because they couldn’t afford to have fun.

That was one of the many reasons that your sister and your parents were giving you less allowance money.

By the gates of the entrance, two men were hitting on your sister.

“Look but don’t touch, boys.” Your sister rebuked.

“Ignore them,” Mr. Hall told her, “They don’t know that they have females in the family and treat women as pieces of meat.”

During the festival, you never let Mr. Hall nor your sister out of your sight. You, Mimi and Parker was in awe when you saw Mr. Hall holding your sister’s hand.

Your sister asked the three of you, “What ride do you guys want to go on first?”

“The Ferris wheel!” You all cried in unison.

“The Ferris Wheel it is! Let’s go.”

“Um, couldn’t we go on a different ride besides the Ferris wheel?” Mr. Hall asked. Mr Hall looked pale.

“Ferris Wheel!”You all said again.

The line to the Ferris wheel was long, but it was worth the wait. The rainbow steel and neon lights; it was like a dream machine. There are two rules about riding a Ferris wheel:

  1. You can’t ride the Ferris wheel by yourself.
  2. Someone has to ride with you.

Once you have a partner on the wheel, that partner becomes your friend or lover. Your mom always told you stories about meeting your dad on the Ferris wheel. And two months later your mom and dad got married. After the next group of people got off it was you, your sister and your friends turn.

As the five of you got inside and sat down, the man closed the door tight. The ride went up to the top. Down below the festival was a glow of lights, with the sound of music. Mr. Hall glanced far into the nightly heavens of the milky way. Mr. Hall was deep into his thoughts.

“Mr. Hall, what are you thinking about?” Mimi questioned.

Still watching, Mr. Hall spoke. “I’m reflecting back to when I was a boy. I was young and had freedom when I rode the Ferris wheel. It was my father, my mother, my three sisters and me on the wheel at the amusement park. This may be the last time I get to enjoy this freedom.”

You and everyone that was with you wanted to know what the true meanings of Mr. Hall’s words.

It was at the moment that Mr. Hall turned his glance to your sister.

When Mr. Hall looked into your sister’s brown eyes, his eyes were shining with tears.

Mr. Hall, are we ever going to see you again? Are you going to be alive to see Jesse? You said to yourself voiceless.

“Jessica,” Mr. Hall began, “from the first moment I saw you standing at the church, I knew that you were the only one that would be the one girl that would be my one and only. I knew it deep in my heart that we would be together. You were so pure and innocent. But the rumor that was started by Tonya soon went out of control.

“It was the lies of a twelve year old girl that made me hate you. On that day you opened the church doors, I saw you. In rage, I threw a bucket of holy water at you.  I should’ve gave you a chance to speak instead of a rumor to speak for itself. I was out of town when the rumor happened.

To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned

My Friend Mimi (Esp.2)

Published November 27, 2011 by ladyserenity92

The next day Joy’s mom woke you and Mimi up for brunch. You still like brunch, don’t you? You had Belgian waffles and Dunkin Donut bagels. Mimi had a bagel with cream cheese, jam and lox on top. You viewed Mimi as she munched on her bagel. You wanted to know how a bagel with cream cheese, jam, and lox taste like, so you mirrored her bagel and took a bit of it. It turned out it tasted good. With a glance in her eye, Mimi knew you liked the bagel.

“I never meet anyone else in New Jersey besides me and my grandpa who would eat a bagel like that.”

The bagel was so good that you and Mimi decided to help yourselves to another one. Along with a Dunkin Donut.

After brunch Mimi asked Mrs. Trenton if she could help with the dishes and cleaning up.

Mrs. Trenton replied, “I don’t see why not, dear. But I do wish my daughter was just like you.”

Joy stuck her tongue out at Mimi  after her mom said that.

You didn’t want Mimi to clean alone, so you volunteered to help Mimi out.

In the middle of washing and drying the dishes, Mimi and you sang to the music on the radio. You two dance and sang to the music on the radio.

Hey baby! Someone’s calling your name.

I want to take you out to the picture show, or maybe to the ice cream/candy store.

Why don’t you give me a call.

Only you can unlock the lock to my heart.

Hurry, my baby!

If you don’t give me a call, I will give you a scolding that will make you drop on the floor.*

Ring, Ring!

You and Mimi laughed so hard that you almost crashed the plate you had in your hand on the floor.

You both heard a car horn blow outside. Mrs. Trenton called, “Liora, your sister’s here to take you home!”

You replied,”tell her I’ll be right out!”

As you began to leave, Mimi stopped you on your way. “I have to give you my number.” Mimi spotted a note pad and pen on the counter. You both rushed over to the counter and exchanged each others phone numbers. You gave Mimi a hug and told her that you’ll see her again.

On the car ride home, your sister Jesse asked, “How was it at Joy’s?”

You told her, “It was okay. I’ve met a girl at the party.”

“You did?’

“Yep. Her name’s Mimi Kim.”

Your sister stopped the car abruptly. “Oh, my goodness! That’s Matthew Kim’s daughter.She was at the party. Oh, my. Liora, that’s wonderful.”

In the ten years of your life, you never had a real friend. Sure you had some goldfish, stuffed toys, your sister and other adults as friends; but you never had a kid your own age as a friend. To have a friend of your own was a static shock to your sister.

Your sister went on, “I’m so glad that you met Mimi. The poor thing. I met Mimi and her family at the diner last Christmas. Mimi’s dad told me that she was lonely and didn’t have any friends. If she did, they only liked her for her money. One time a girl became friends with Mimi and her family. Mimi found out that the girl was stealing things from her and her family. Mimi told her parents and the girl was U.S. history.

“Kids treat Mimi like gum on the sidewalk. I don’t know why, but Mimi’s a nice girl. If people overlook someone like Mimi, it’s their loss. I was just like Mimi. When I was eleven, a girl(that I thought was my best friend) spread a rumor that I had slept with the pastor’s fifteen year old son and had an abortion. When I met the boy at church, he threw a bucket of water at me. He called me a lousy chit and told me to leave him alone.

“Turns out that the girl had a crush on the pastor’s son, and that the boy liked me more than her. We’re no longer friends because of the incident, since the guy hates me now. I can’t forgive her and don’t even want to try. I never spoke to her again”

You thought about the boy that your sister lost. You asked your sister, “What was the boy’s name?”

Your sister replied, “Roland Hall. Saying his name sounds lusty.”

You swap your sister as you laughed. You both laughed as you rode home

To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned

*In some cultures, if a male yells at a girl (using bad words), it is a form of disrespect.

My friend Mimi (Unfinished)

Published November 22, 2011 by ladyserenity92

The ‘piece’ in this story has yet to be finished! Sometimes a little improvement is better than no improvement at all. The story will be finished momentary.

From: the me in 2008

To :the me in 2037

Hello me. How are you? Do you know who the author of the letter you found buried in the ground under the cherry tree is? Your heart must be flutteringas you read this letter. I am you from thirty years ago. When you get this letter and the photograph of the two little girls, you are 40 years old. I hope you won’t forget the two little girls who are smiling and holding hands. You made a pact together that you two would live together in a house with a garden and two dogs.

The reason you two made that promise to each other was that you loved each other like sisters. As you see in the picture, I still believe that in thirty years’ time that you and Mimi are still friends. You loved Mimi Kim because she’s your best friend. In fact, she’s your only friend, and she may be the only friend that you’ll ever have. If you have time to read this letter, dearest me, I’ll tell you how you met her.

 

It was spring of 2007 when you were home making dinner with your older sister Jesse. You must remember that when you were about seven, your mom and dad decided to get a divorce. Your mom and dad couldn’t be happy living together for different reasons. They tried everything to make their relationship work out.  Sadly, it didn’t work out the way they hoped it would. And so your parents made the decision to get a divorce.

At the courthouse, you got the twist of your life that would make you brown hair curl. Your parents told the Justice of the court to arrange for your sister to take care of you and have custody. Your sister Jesse was hit by the news. You were glad that your parents made the decision. It was that since your dad was going to Canada with his jazz band, and your mom was moving to Israel for good, your parents couldn’t take them with you, so they gave your sister the chance to raise you.

I know that your sister Jesse had raised you up into a young woman. In fact, it was her that helped you meet Mimi.

 

You were throughwith dinner when your sister got home. Your sister checked the mail on the kitchen counter. It was there that an envelope in the trash can caught her eye. In a quick act, your sister rescued the envelope from the trash, brushed off the crumbs, and brought the envelope with her. As you sat down at the table to eat, your sister  slid the envelope in fornt of you.

“What was this doing in the trash, Mademoiselle?” your sister asked tersely. When your sister used ‘Mademoiselle’, you were in the pits.

It’s just a stupid contest notice.” You lied.

Your sister, like most sisters, can tell when their brother or sister is lying. Your sister unsealed the envelope in front of you.

“Methinks its an invitation to a certain party of a tween witch that you don’t like. Say, Miss Joy Trenton?” Your sister opened the envelope and plucked out the invitation. “Well, what do you know! It is.”

It was an invitation to Joy Trenton’s slumber party. When you were ten, you and Joy Trenton never got along. You never knew why Joy was so cold and mean to you, and why you fought all the time. Have you and Joy reconciled and became friends again thirty years later? And is Mimi with you two having tea and rum cake?

Your sister examined the invitation, reading every line.

You explained, “It’s just a bunch of snobby kids who want to flash and flaunt their rich toys and have an ego contest. I’m going to be the only pauper kid with a cassette/CD player, a second hand Sailor Moon night grown, and a Power Rangers book bag. It’s a set up to trick me. I’m going to be their pawn.”

Your sister looked at you and thought for a moment. That was when she set down her answer.

“I have to work late at the diner on Saturday, and you can’t stay by yourself (too boring). You’ll find a friend at the slumber party. And besides, you need a friend. Why don’t you call Miss Trenton on your pocket phone and tell her that you’ll be coming to her party.”

“I’m not going!” you announced, putting your foot down.

Your sister attacked back with her foot on the floor. “Oh, yes you are.”

 

At the end you made the call to Joy Trenton. On Saturday you were at the slumber party. When you got there, almost half the girls snub you; even Joy. You thought you would never get along with anybody at the party.

That night  you  watched a movie, eating fried cheese and fried eggplant with the other girls. You were  in the middle of eating, when a voice spoke, “Um, you have some sauce on your face.” You turned your eyes and was faced with a bright-eyed girl that was your age. The girl had cocoa-brown hair and light brown skin. And she wore red Chinese silk pajamas. The girl was kind enough to hand you a napkin.

As you wiped your face, you sneezed right in the napkin. The girl chuckled light-heartily. “Bless you,” she said. Then she asked you what your name was.

“I’m Liora. What’s yours?”

“I’m  Mimi Kim.” You were a little surprised when she told you her name. When Mimi saw the look on your face, she read your mind.

“My daddy’s Koren and my mom’s Black. It’s not too common that two people fall in love and get married. My daddy’s a Catholic with Buddhist relatives and mom’s an atheist. As for me, I’m a Catholic girl  since I’m closer to my daddy.”

You told Mimi that your mom was Jewish and your dad was German—Italian. You explained that when your dad married your mom and brought her home to meet his parents, his parents flipped when they saw your mom and at the news that they got married. Your parents were eighteen. Your dad made the decision to leave home to be with your mom.

Mimi told you her story about her parents. Her dad came from South Korea to attend university in America. It was when he met Mimi’s mom while attending. In the middle of the semester, they fell in love. When Mimi’s mom became pregnant, her dad made the decision to marry the mother of his child. After the wedding, Mimi’s dad called his father about the news.

“You did the right thing, son.” his dad said.

At 20 years old, Mimi’s parents both had to grow up.

Mimi’s parents finished university with high honors. On August 10th, (two months after the graduation) Mimi’s sister Yu was born.

After her story, you and Mimi went back to watching the movie.

That night as everyone was asleep, you and Mimi talked about what was on your minds. You talked about your sister and how she worked at the diner as a waitress. Mimi told you that her dad was C.E.O of a toy company.

“My daddy is a nice man,” Mimi said, “Bows all the time; a little strict most of the time. He said that I remind him of my sister. I don’t remember Yu-Yu that much. She died when I was a baby. My brother Parker doesn’t know our sister. He wasn’t born yet and never got to know her. All we have left of her are her photographs, her memory alter, and an urn with her ashes.”

“Your sister must have been nice, the way you talk about her.” you said. “Jesse is my only sister. If something happened to her, I’d crack up. I wish I could’ve known your sister, Mimi. Mimi?”

By Mimi’s profile, she was asleep. While she slept, you admired her like she was a princess. “Good night, Mimi.” you whispered to her. That night you slept by Mimi’s side, dreaming about Mimi’s sister. The sister that You’ll never know.

To Be Continued/Stayed tuned! 

My Friend Mimi (esp.4)

Published May 15, 2009 by ladyserenity92

That next day was day of the festival. You and your sister got dressed up and ready for that special day. Your sister wore a tank top and jeans; while you wore your sailor clothes. You examined yourself in the bathroom mirror. You noticed how short your hair was cut. .

You know what I think? When you were ten you always wanted short hair just like the girls in the teen and tween magazines you’ve liked so much. Your grandma once said that girls having short hair and boys having long hair was a sign of rebellion. You never stopped to think about a rebellion. Short hair for girls and long hair for boys was very popular back than. To me you looked lovely with short hair.

You and your sister finished up just as the door bell rang. Both you and your sister raced over to the door. You beat your sister to the door. You turned the doorknob and in front of you was Mimi with a man standing next to her. The man had red hair and wore blue jeans and a KISS t-shirt. You and your sister blushed as the man smiled warmly.

Mimi saw the glow on you and your sister’s face.

“This is my teacher, Mr. Hall,” Mimi introduced the man. “Mr. Hall this is Jesse and her sister Liora.”

Your sister studied Mr. Hall from head to toe. As she looked at him from head to toe, she felt her heart pounding. It pounded so fast, you thought that your sister would die happy in front of you.

Mr. Hall was a doll. In your mind you wished Mimi’s teacher would be your boyfriend. He was a rare blue rose. No wonder why your sister was crazy about him.

Mr. Hall saw your sister and smiled again.

“Hi, Roland.” Your sister replied gently.

“Hello, Jessica.” Mr. Hall returned. “Parker’s waiting for us in the car. we don’t want to be late, so we better get a move on. The parking spaces get full this time of year.”

“Yes,” your sister said, still blushing like a tomato. “Let’s go, Sis.”

You met Mimi’s brother Parker. He was seven and was three years younger than Mimi. Parker had a phobia of girls and women as you found out when you tried to shake his hand. He turned his back to you. He was afraid and didn’t know you.

I hope you don’t hold a grudge to Mimi’s bother or towards other men and boys. Most people are like that. Most times some people change. (I said ‘some’; not all.) Maybe thirty years later you and Parker are getting along very well. And Parker is Mimi’s brother, after all.

Mr. Hall got to the festival on schedule and was fortunate to find a parking space. You got out of the car with everybody else and walked to the entrance of the festival gate. You and the others notice that there wasn’t as many people flooding the festival as the last time. The reason why was because there was a recession in New Jersey that spread all the world like a virus. Most people stayed home because they couldn’t afford to have fun.

That was one of the many reasons that your sister and your parents were giving you less allowance money.

By the gates of the entrance, two men were hitting on your sister.

“Look but don’t touch, boys.” Your sister rebuked.

“Ignore them,” Mr. Hall told her, “They don’t know that they have females in the family and treat women as pieces of meat.”

During the festival, you never let Mr. Hall nor your sister out of your sight. You, Mimi and Parker was in awe when you saw Mr. Hall holding your sister’s hand.

Your sister asked the three of you, “What ride do you guys want to go on first?”

“The Ferris wheel!” You all cried in unison.

“The Ferris Wheel it is! Let’s go.”

“Um, couldn’t we go on a different ride besides the Ferris wheel?” Mr. Hall asked. Mr Hall looked pale.

“Ferris Wheel!”You all said again.

The line to the Ferris wheel was long, but it was worth the wait. The rainbow steel and neon lights; it was like a dream machine. There are two rules about riding a Ferris wheel:

  1. You can’t ride the Ferris wheel by yourself.
  2. Someone has to ride with you.

Once you have a partner on the wheel, that partner becomes your friend or lover. Your mom always told you stories about meeting your dad on the Ferris wheel. And two months later your mom and dad got married. After the next group of people got off it was you, your sister and your friends turn.

As the five of you got inside and sat down, the man closed the door tight. The ride went up to the top. Down below the festival was a glow of lights, with the sound of music. Mr. Hall glanced far into the nightly heavens of the milky way. Mr. Hall was deep into his thoughts.

“Mr. Hall, what are you thinking about?” Mimi questioned.

 Still watching, Mr. Hall spoke. “I’m reflecting back to when I was a boy. I was young and had freedom when I rode the Ferris wheel. It was my father, my mother, my three sisters and me on the wheel at the amusement park. This may be the last time I get to enjoy this freedom.”

You and everyone that was with you wanted to know what the true meanings of Mr. Hall’s words.

It was at the moment that Mr. Hall turned his glance to your sister.

When Mr. Hall looked into your sister’s brown eyes, his eyes were shining with tears.

Mr. Hall, are we ever going to see you again? Are you going to be alive to see Jesse? You said to yourself voiceless.

“Jessica,” Mr. Hall began, “from the first moment I saw you standing at the church, I knew that you were the only one that would be the one girl that would be my one and only. I knew it deep in my heart that we would be together. You were so pure and innocent. But the rumor that was started by Tonya soon went out of control. 

“It was the lies of a twelve year old girl that made me hate you. On that day you opened the church doors, I saw you. In rage, I threw a bucket of holy water at you.  I should’ve gave you a chance to speak instead of a rumor to speak for itself. I was out of town when the rumor happened.

To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned

My Friend Mimi (Esp.2)

Published March 4, 2009 by ladyserenity92

The next day Joy’s mom woke you and Mimi up for brunch. You still like brunch, don’t you? You had Belgian waffles and Dunkin Donut bagels. Mimi had a bagel with cream cheese, jam and lox on top. You viewed Mimi as she munched on her bagel. You wanted to know how a bagel with cream cheese, jam, and lox taste like, so you mirrored her bagel and took a bit of it. It turned out it tasted good. With a glance in her eye, Mimi knew you liked the bagel.

“I never meet anyone else in New Jersey besides me and my grandpa who would eat a bagel like that.”

The bagel was so good that you and Mimi decided to help yourselves to another one. Along with a Dunkin Donut.

 

After brunch Mimi asked Mrs. Trenton if she could help with the dishes and cleaning up.

Mrs. Trenton replied, “I don’t see why not, dear. But I do wish my daughter was just like you.”

Joy stuck her tongue out at Mimi  after her mom said that.

You didn’t want Mimi to clean alone, so you volunteered to help Mimi out.

In the middle of washing and drying the dishes, Mimi and you sang to the music on the radio. You two dance and sang to the music on the radio.

Hey baby! Someone’s calling your name.

I want to take you out to the picture show, or maybe to the ice cream/candy store.

Why don’t you give me a call.

Only you can unlock the lock to my heart.

Hurry, my baby!

If you don’t give me a call, I will give you a scolding that will make you drop on the floor.*

Ring, Ring!

You and Mimi laughed so hard that you almost crashed the plate you had in your hand on the floor.

You both heard a car horn blow outside. Mrs. Trenton called, “Liora, your sister’s here to take you home!”

You replied,”tell her I’ll be right out!”

As you began to leave, Mimi stopped you on your way. “I have to give you my number.” Mimi spotted a note pad and pen on the counter. You both rushed over to the counter and exchanged each others phone numbers. You gave Mimi a hug and told her that you’ll see her again.

 

On the car ride home, your sister Jesse asked, “How was it at Joy’s?”

You told her, “It was okay. I’ve met a girl at the party.”

“You did?’

“Yep. Her name’s Mimi Kim.”

Your sister stopped the car abruptly. “Oh, my goodness! That’s Matthew Kim’s daughter.She was at the party. Oh, my. Liora, that’s wonderful.”

In the ten years of your life, you never had a real friend. Sure you had some goldfish, stuffed toys, your sister and other adults as friends; but you never had a kid your own age as a friend. To have a friend of your own was a static shock to your sister.

Your sister went on, “I’m so glad that you met Mimi. The poor thing. I met Mimi and her family at the diner last Christmas. Mimi’s dad told me that she was lonely and didn’t have any friends. If she did, they only liked her for her money. One time a girl became friends with Mimi and her family. Mimi found out that the girl was stealing things from her and her family. Mimi told her parents and the girl was U.S. history.

“Kids treat Mimi like gum on the sidewalk. I don’t know why, but Mimi’s a nice girl. If people overlook someone like Mimi, it’s their loss. I was just like Mimi. When I was eleven, a girl(that I thought was my best friend) spread a rumor that I had slept with the pastor’s fifteen year old son and had an abortion. When I met the boy at church, he threw a bucket of water at me. He called me a lousy chit and told me to leave him alone.

“Turns out that the girl had a crush on the pastor’s son, and that the boy liked me more than her. We’re no longer friends because of the incident, since the guy hates me now. I can’t forgive her and don’t even want to try. I never spoke to her again”

You thought about the boy that your sister lost. You asked your sister, “What was the boy’s name?”

Your sister replied, “Roland Hall. Saying his name sounds lusty.”

You swap your sister as you laughed. You both laughed as you rode home

 

To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned

*In some cultures, if a male yells at a girl (using bad words), it is a form of disrespect.

My friend Mimi (Part one)

Published February 19, 2009 by ladyserenity92

From: the me in 2008

To :the me in 2037

Hello me. How are you? Do you know who the author of the letter you found buried in the ground under the cherry tree is? Your heart must be flutteringas you read this letter. I am you from thirty years ago. When you get this letter and the photograph of the two little girls, you are 40 years old. I hope you won’t forget the two little girls who are smiling and holding hands. You made a pact together that you two would live together in a house with a garden and two dogs.

The reason you two made that promise to each other was that you loved each other like sisters. As you see in the picture, I still believe that in thirty years’ time that you and Mimi are still friends. You loved Mimi Kim because she’s your best friend. In fact, she’s your only friend, and she may be the only friend that you’ll ever have. If you have time to read this letter, dearest me, I’ll tell you how you met her.

 

It was spring of 2007 when you were home making dinner with your older sister Jesse. You must remember that when you were about seven, your mom and dad decided to get a divorce. Your mom and dad couldn’t be happy living together for different reasons. They tried everything to make their relationship work out.  Sadly, it didn’t work out the way they hoped it would. And so your parents made the decision to get a divorce.

At the courthouse, you got the twist of your life that would make you brown hair curl. Your parents told the Justice of the court to arrange for your sister to take care of you and have custody. Your sister Jesse was hit by the news. You were glad that your parents made the decision. It was that since your dad was going to Canada with his jazz band, and your mom was moving to Israel for good, your parents couldn’t take them with you, so they gave your sister the chance to raise you.

I know that your sister Jesse had raised you up into a young woman. In fact, it was her that helped you meet Mimi.

 

You were throughwith dinner when your sister got home. Your sister checked the mail on the kitchen counter. It was there that an envelope in the trash can caught her eye. In a quick act, your sister rescued the envelope from the trash, brushed off the crumbs, and brought the envelope with her. As you sat down at the table to eat, your sister  slid the envelope in fornt of you.

“What was this doing in the trash, Mademoiselle?” your sister asked tersely. When your sister used ‘Mademoiselle’, you were in the pits.

It’s just a stupid contest notice.” You lied.

Your sister, like most sisters, can tell when their brother or sister is lying. Your sister unsealed the envelope in front of you.

“Methinks its an invitation to a certain party of a tween witch that you don’t like. Say, Miss Joy Trenton?” Your sister opened the envelope and plucked out the invitation. “Well, what do you know! It is.”

It was an invitation to Joy Trenton’s slumber party. When you were ten, you and Joy Trenton never got along. You never knew why Joy was so cold and mean to you, and why you fought all the time. Have you and Joy reconciled and became friends again thirty years later? And is Mimi with you two having tea and rum cake?

Your sister examined the invitation, reading every line.

You explained, “It’s just a bunch of snobby kids who want to flash and flaunt their rich toys and have an ego contest. I’m going to be the only pauper kid with a cassette/CD player, a second hand Sailor Moon night grown, and a Power Rangers book bag. It’s a set up to trick me. I’m going to be their pawn.”

Your sister looked at you and thought for a moment. That was when she set down her answer.

“I have to work late at the diner on Saturday, and you can’t stay by yourself (too boring). You’ll find a friend at the slumber party. And besides, you need a friend. Why don’t you call Miss Trenton on your pocket phone and tell her that you’ll be coming to her party.”

“I’m not going!” you announced, putting your foot down.

Your sister attacked back with her foot on the floor. “Oh, yes you are.”

 

At the end you made the call to Joy Trenton. On Saturday you were at the slumber party. When you got there, almost half the girls snub you; even Joy. You thought you would never get along with anybody at the party.

That night  you  watched a movie, eating fried cheese and fried eggplant with the other girls. You were  in the middle of eating, when a voice spoke, “Um, you have some sauce on your face.” You turned your eyes and was faced with a bright-eyed girl that was your age. The girl had cocoa-brown hair and light brown skin. And she wore red Chinese silk pajamas. The girl was kind enough to hand you a napkin.

As you wiped your face, you sneezed right in the napkin. The girl chuckled light-heartily. “Bless you,” she said. Then she asked you what your name was.

“I’m Liora. What’s yours?”

“I’m  Mimi Kim.” You were a little surprised when she told you her name. When Mimi saw the look on your face, she read your mind.

“My daddy’s Koren and my mom’s Black. It’s not too common that two people fall in love and get married. My daddy’s a Catholic with Buddhist relatives and mom’s an atheist. As for me, I’m a Catholic girl  since I’m closer to my daddy.”

You told Mimi that your mom was Jewish and your dad was German—Italian. You explained that when your dad married your mom and brought her home to meet his parents, his parents flipped when they saw your mom and at the news that they got married. Your parents were eighteen. Your dad made the decision to leave home to be with your mom.

Mimi told you her story about her parents. Her dad came from South Korea to attend university in America. It was when he met Mimi’s mom while attending. In the middle of the semester, they fell in love. When Mimi’s mom became pregnant, her dad made the decision to marry the mother of his child. After the wedding, Mimi’s dad called his father about the news.

“You did the right thing, son.” his dad said.

At 20 years old, Mimi’s parents both had to grow up.

Mimi’s parents finished university with high honors. On August 10th, (two months after the graduation) Mimi’s sister Yu was born.

After her story, you and Mimi went back to watching the movie.

That night as everyone was asleep, you and Mimi talked about what was on your minds. You talked about your sister and how she worked at the diner as a waitress. Mimi told you that her dad was C.E.O of a toy company.

“My daddy is a nice man,” Mimi said, “Bows all the time; a little strict most of the time. He said that I remind him of my sister. I don’t remember Yu-Yu that much. She died when I was a baby. My brother Parker doesn’t know our sister. He wasn’t born yet and never got to know her. All we have left of her are her photographs, her memory alter, and an urn with her ashes.”

“Your sister must have been nice, the way you talk about her.” you said. “Jesse is my only sister. If something happened to her, I’d crack up. I wish I could’ve known your sister, Mimi. Mimi?”

By Mimi’s profile, she was asleep. While she slept, you admired her like she was a princess. “Good night, Mimi.” you whispered to her. That night you slept by Mimi’s side, dreaming about Mimi’s sister. The sister that You’ll never know.

To Be Continued/Stayed tuned! 

 

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