DANIEL's POV

    I'm not happy with the way most humans are selfish. I'm not happy with that at all. All that's on their mind is Me, Myself and I.
It is all that's on their mind. Have I eaten? Have I gotten my money? Have I slept? Have I? Always using the pronoun 'I'. What about them? Have they eaten? Have they slept well?

Just because you are comfortable doesn't mean you should forget others. Love your neighbor as yourself. I know you can't give to all but at least, give to someone. Be a blessing to someone.

All these are on my mind as I watch my parents hand food items to the orphanage home we decided to visit today. We do this quarterly in a year. Our lifestyle is above average so rather than use our money for merriment only, we try to bless the people we can. We visit different orphanage home after three months of saving. We either rebuild any facilities we can or we try to feed them with necessary food items that are quite expensive to get. The most surprising about this act of giving is that blessings never cease in my parents' business. I've noticed that. I have never heard them say, "Sorry! But we don't have enough to give the orphans this week". No! It has never happened.

It's always in our yearly calenders. For three months we save, then we choose a week and give out all we have saved to any orphanage homes we can visit. My parents are Mr Freddy Okoro and Mrs Naomi Okoro. They both are successful actors in Nigeria and their fame has actually influenced me. I see my pictures on internet alot. Girls are always tagging me as Nigeria's most handsome teen. What can I say, my mom and dad are also good-looking. I had to be.

"It's time for them to go," says a woman that works in the orphanage. "Say thank you, children".

The children chorus "Thank you" and their beautiful, cheerful smiles melt my heart. My mom's eyes get watery and my dad rubs her back. My brother is waving and smiling at them and my sister is shaking hands with some of the girls near her. We say our goodbyes and soon my family and I are in my dad's latest Jeep on our way home.

We all begin to sing along to a country music that's playing from the radio and we dance on our seats.

"Everyone, look," my sister, Katherine, screams and taps the window. We all glance at the left side of the road since that's where she is pointing. "Can you see that cute puppy?" She cries out.

We all grumble. 

"Don't call our attention if it's not for something important," Solomon says and anchor his attention on my mom's phone, playing game.

I'm sixteen years old and I'm older than my brother with two years and my sister with four so he is fourteen and she is twelve. They are both quite a character. Don't be deceived by their pretty face.

"Daddy," Kath whines.

"Yes, princess?"

"I want a puppy"

"Me too"

"Then, ask Mom to let us get one?" She leans to the back of his chair and pouts with the hope he can see her. He glances at her for a moment and later takes his eyes to the road.

"Your mom is scared of dogs," he says with a shrug.

"Mummy, conquer your fear nau!" Kath whines.

"I just don't want any dog in our house"

"No, mum! I want a puppy and not a dog"

"Kate, puppy and dog are the same thing. It's just age that's the difference. Use your sense na," Solomon scolds, his eyes on his phone.

I don't understand my parents though. They named my sister Katherine when they knew someone else's bear the name. I know you might not understand but my parents had given me a long gist of their past. It's not like I hate Aunty Kate. She's nice. It's just that she wasn't nice in the past.

"Solomon, mind your business," Kate hisses. "Dad, warn Solomon oo".

Dad chuckles. "I'll leave that job for my cupcake".

Mom blushes but says, "Nope! You handle them. Right now, I'm just tired".

"You aren't allowed to be tired oo," daddy responds, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Why? Why can't I be tired?" Mom snaps. I already knew it's time for their playful bickering so I look out the window. That's when I spot her, my crush.

It's funny. At first, I didn't want to accept that I like her but it turns out I do. She's awesome. She's on a motorcycle (Okada) and the bike is close to our jeep. There is a little traffic and the road is tight so the bike stays put. She takes off her black face mask and shove it into the pocket of her navy blue tracksuit. Her eyes travel around and I was hoping she would spot me. I wind my window down and put on a friendly smile, awaiting her eyes. They eventually turn to my angle. It first falls on the Jeep which she stares as though she longs to have it and then, it meets mine. I smirk. I couldn't help it. She gives a bored look and turns her gaze away.

It was like I was slapped with some invisible slippers. No matter how many times it happens, being ignored by her still has its stings. She does glance at my angle again but this time, her eyes are on my parents, the famous but humble Nolloywood couple. She finally looks away and her biker finds a space to skillfully pass. I watch as she goes farther away from me and sigh.

I still like her. The rejection hurts for a while but I still like her.

"Mom, I want noodles. I'm hungry," Kath announces.

Mum and dad stop their playful bickering. "When we get home," mom tells her.

"We don't have noodles," she responds. "I finished the last one".

"Hmm..." Mom turns her gaze to dad. "What do you think they should eat this afternoon?"

"Anything," he responds in a heartbeat. "You know Kath can be too picky. Let's just buy the noodles".

I give an accusing look at my sister. "I'm not eating".

"Me too!" Simon snaps.

We both glare at her. We sincerely don't get why she loves noodles so much. She is always demanding to eat it.

"Mummy, I want to try and make it like ramen. You know that Korean food," she giggles and every male in the Jeep, dad included, groan. "I want alot of pepper in it. I like my food spicy".

"Kath, you must change your friends. They aren't leading you to the right path," Simon chuckles and shakes his head.

"Mum! Dad! Can we visit Korean for our next holiday? You know we have gone to America alot. Let's try something new"

"God forbid," Simon tosses mum's phone on his thigh. "You want your obsession to reach it's highest level? I refuse".

"Simon, I'm not obsessed. They are just cool," she says with a pout. "Right, Daniel?"

"Eh pele! I can't see the coolness you are talking about. Is it not those Korean boys that always look like girls? I don't see the coolness oo," I say teasingly and she stretches her hand to my head and grip a handful of my high afro hair that has a lower cut at it's edge.

"Sis, stop! It hurts na. Free my hair," I warn.

She stuck her tongue at me and lets go of my hair. Simon is between us so she taps his head and he doesn't spare her as he begins to tickle her. A bright smile is on my face as I watch them play and watch my parents talk.

Subconsciously, my thought drifts to the girl I helplessly have a crush on.

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