Sharada

"...What did you learn, Father? Sharada asked.

"Apparently, your mother did work here for a while, but then she got sick, and never actually came back here. That's all I found so far. Sorry it isn't much, it's just that I thought any information about her would be nice. I'll keep searching though..."

"Thank you, Father Harry. Goodbye." Sharada hung up.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, rubbing her arm.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to go home. My dad won't be home, and he always leaves a key under the mat, so I'll just go in and get some stuff." She stated.

"Okay. If your landlord isn't home yet, you can come back here. Call me though, I don't want you walking all the way here." I told her.

"You only live a couple miles away. I can walk."

"I know, but I would rather pick you up then have you walk and make me worry about you." I whispered.

"Aww, you worry about me?" She asked, and I nodded. "You're adorable Joe. I was also wondering if I could use some of your clothes because mine are still not dry yet...."

"Sure, of course."

Sharada's POV

After Joe dropped me off, I went up to my apartment and saw that the key was still under the mat. I went in and got some clothes and went over to my landlord's apartment. I knocked on the door, hoping he was finally home. The door opened revealing Phil.

"Hey Sharada, how are you?" He asked, opening the door more, inviting my in.

"I'm good. I have to tell you something though."

"What?"

"My dad and I got into a fight and he.... well, he slapped me." I stated.

"He what?" He exclaimed.

"He slapped me. It wasn't too hard, but I... just didn't understand why. But he was hungover again and was going back to drinking again and... I was wondering if I could stay here a couple days, until I can actually talk to him without getting upset." I dragged on.

"Of course, stay here as long as you want. Do you want anything to drink?" He asked going into the kitchen.

"Coke please." I smiled, following him as I dropped my stuff on the couch. I went and sat down on the dining room chair. He passed a coke to me and looked down at me.

"Do you want anything to eat? I feel like making pancakes..." He stated crossing his arms.

"Can I have two? AND, could you make me your famous scambled eggs, if isn't to much to ask..." I asked, pouting, knowing he would make me them anyway.

"Of course Sharada, anything for you." He smiled and went back to the kitchen, getting stuff out for the pancakes and eggs.

I opened my coke and took a sip, staring at me can in deep thought.

"What you thinking about, Sharada?" He asked.

"What do you remember of my mother? I kinda miss her today, and I just don't remember all that much, so..."

"I remember a lot about your mother. I knew her before she moved here with your father." He replied.

"Really?" I was surprised.

"Yeah, we grew up in the same neighborhood. We were in the same high school. She was a really nice girl. A little strange at times, but always nice. She was so beautiful, just like you." That made me blush. I didn't think I looked like my mother. "Then for a while, I didn't see her. Then when her and your father moved here, it was like old times again. It good for many years. Then of course she left us...."

I nodded my head, thinking he meant her divorcing my father.

He sighed. "How would you like you pancakes?"

"Chocolate chips, please." I smiled.

"Just like your mother. Just like your mother..." He laughed.