Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts
My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man.
As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy.
As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed.
But wasn't it the afternoon already?
The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open.
"Eto....hi." He tried in En