Ertifferrah (Er-Tiff-Er-Rah) CHAPTER 1 - SWEET SIXTEEN!! --- Elay TV Content Creator
They say my “fetish” for the sun is a bit unnerving. On my sixteenth birthday, the day I became a woman. It’s a tradition for a sixteen-year-old to be granted one wish no matter how bizarre. Many at my secondary school, many, talked of wishing for the typical- fine garments, extreme amounts of currency, and so on. One day in class, I even overheard a conversation between a group of guys who wanted their wish to be a night spent with their girlfriend. I don’t know how far they got with that one. Ha!
I, on the other hand, had no intent to pursue my materialistic desires. Though you may have wondered “why not wish for riches or popularity?” My answer to that is, why bother?
Friendship is created by natural design and should not by any means be interrupted. Let nature flow because any other ways are forced, and before entering that door, one should re-examine himself to check their actual motives, thank you very much.
As for riches, I guess having personal servants waiting outside my bedroom door is fine. That is as long as they do not disturb me during my downtime when I like to light lily-scented candles around the glass shelves of my master bathroom and soak in the made-for-five-Jacuzzi.
Obviously then, there was no need for tangible goods and so, I wished with no hesitation “TO TRANSFORM INTO THE SUN!”
I guess my parents were embarrassed that a more customary wish did not escape my lips, like how they thought I’d want a new car. Not too many people around here have one, and if they do, that means that they have money and lots of it. Considering though, everything is pretty much within walking distance here in this large city so I guess having a car is more for show than anything else.
I remember my birthday like it was yesterday. I can still see my parents standing around the table in shock. Bodies standing frozen and smiles awkwardly plastered to their faces, eyes darting around quickly scanning the responses of family and friends, hoping their daughter hadn't embarrassed them again.
After hearing such a request, My aunt from my father’s side fainted and slid off the couch, and my father’s brother ranted and raved, saying to my dad in an I-told-you-so kind of way “Now, see, I told you, your daughter isn’t cured of her insanity yet! You see, you see, the proof is in the pudding, here!” Pointing a wrinkled finger at me, with a scowl he continued “-and the pudding expired if you know what I mean.”
It didn’t take long for them to snap out of it, after that, thanks to my mother who broke the dead silence. She beamed a smile so bright, it can be second place, next to Integrity. “My daughter! I don’t think this will be a problem at all!” She grabbed my arm and with a girlish giggle, beckoned her sister to follow. “Excuse us three. Everyone please, relax and enjoy the party! What our daughter means is she wants to have a makeover. We’ll be out as soon as we are finished with her.”
It was fun knowing they were making such a fuss over me. Pulling and tugging at my hair, pinning, curling, tucking, and yes, might I add, a little stuffing too (if you get my drift).
The room filled with clatter and the scents of perfumes and polishes until, finally, they were finished. Mother held my eyes closed while Aunt Akana guided me.
I heard a knock at the door and then some hushed whispers. Mother was talking to father. The door slid back, sliding over the thick carpet of their master bedroom. Silence, then a long, low gasp: “Oohh…, my father sighed deeply. “She looks-
“Shhh!” Aunt Akana quickly hushed him.
“Take the camera. I must capture this moment,” mother said.
“Ertifferrah, on the count of three, I want you to open your eyes, sweetheart,” Father said gently.
“One, two, three!!”
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