Good Morning Auntie の小説・ストーリー

The room fell silent at his words, but only for a moment before Sean's friends erupted into mocking laughter. Sean's face, however, turned serious as he lunged at the priest, grabbing his robe. "You're just a priest. You have no right to use my uncle's name." "The whole town of Riverton knows my uncle is marrying the love of his life today. What's she doing here?" he sneered, gesturing at me.

~ Andrea ~ I woke up in the morning trying to figure out what to do besides doing my routine morning care. I hoped to skip breakfast and just directly leave the house just so that I could avoid him, but when I checked on my iPhone from the bedside table, I found a message from my aunt telling me she wanted to see me first thing in the morning, and by that, she meant taking breakfast together.

Cassia’s POV “Good morning, Aunty.” I woke to see Aunt Beatrice by the fireplace blowing steam from a cup she was holding. Her petite frame slouched perfectly into a small sofa. Around her were balls of used tissues that had crimson stains on them, reminding me of how little time I had with her. The name Aunty still sounded strange on my lips. Can't believe I have never addressed anyone by that before. Like ever. Still trying to wrap my head around that.

I'm sleepy; I close my eyes and melt into Morpheus's arms. I wake up early in the morning. I go about my business. Breakfast is ready. I tidy up my room, then I take a shower. When I come out, they are at the table. I say good morning to them. Both respond well. Before leaving, my aunt gives me instructions for the day's cooking. She avoids my gaze, although she's not aggressive like before. I'm very happy about that. When she leaves, my uncle comes to kiss me before leaving. He gives me an envelope with some money.

THE loud banging on her apartment door jolted Charity awake the next morning. She quickly got up, her senses instantly alert. Could it be her landlady? But really, at six in the morning? Charity hurried to the door and carefully opened it. It wasn’t her landlady, but her aunt, whose face was a mixture of irritation and impatience. Beside her was her cousin, wearing the same sour expression. “Charity! Do you even know what day it is? Have you forgotten the support you’re supposed to send us?!” her aunt barked.

Narrated Camille Wow, what a blessing!!, Monday again, how happy I am to go to that nice job, even happier that I don't even have my old phone to call my mother, how wonderful. “When are you going to bring some money and get out of here? you're a nuisance!” I run out as fast as I can, that's the good morning from my beloved aunt, I have to leave with an hour more time, today I will have to make my way to the office, I don't have a penny for the train.

Regina stepped into the kitchen to meet her beloved aunt, sat on a stool, having several varieties of groceries and foodstuffs scattered. “Good morning Aunty.” “Good morning love, I had to rush to the market very early this morning and I got all these at a discounted price. So there’s a lot of work to do. Fix yourself and the kids something to eat first before we get to work.” Aunty Maria busily instructed. “Okay.”

Aunty might have sensed my confusion and to take me out of my endless thoughts she said, "I know you might be confused about what's going on. But wait for a few more minutes, you will know everything." She seemed happy about whatever we were waiting for. I was clueless whether it was good for me or not as things that have benefitted others have only provided me pain. After aunty's continuous yelling Nirvana and Uncle came out with covered vessels placed in two trays. I greeted both of them 'Good Morning' and in response, I received a charming smile and a cheerful reply from them.

With the roosters, I SCREAM…. “GOOD MORNING EVERYBODY!” and stretching my arms. Another day again, I defeated you, Mr. Sun! And of course! Not to forget, I have to greet my most beloved self too! “GOOD MORNING CHARMIE!” that’s the power! “Good morning Uncle Bert!” These words came out of my mouth as I look down, which an old man passed by. It is Uncle Bert, and whoever old man I deal with, I address him, uncle and auntie, even we are not blood-related. It shows thoughtfulness somehow.

The alarm went off, and I got out of bed automatically, went to take a shower, and then got ready for work. Ah, this makes me think that I have to find Harry, confront him, and finally get him to tell me why he trusted his mother. I shake my head, grab my purse, and leave my room. I don't think I'll have time for breakfast. "You have to eat breakfast," my aunt says after clearing her throat. "You'll faint, and I don't want that." "I love you, my beautiful aunt, and I don't think I'll have breakfast, but an apple would help me. Don't worry; I'll eat something at work."