Novel & Cerita Wonder Years Karen

“Mom, why do you even let her on social media? Isn’t she, like, eleven or something? You never gave me that privilege—hell, I had to beg for an I*******m till I was sixteen.” “Who’s eleven?” Karen fired back, flipping her hair with that sassy flick she practiced in mirrors. “Babe, I’m fourteen. I’ll be fifteen in a bit.” She popped her gum, eyes narrowing like she’d won the round. “Can you all cut the drama and just wait for Zion to show already?” Dad’s voice sliced through. “Okay, fine, Dad.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “Fine too, Dad,” Karen echoed, but she stuck her tongue out at me when he looked away.

Karen put her coffee down and looked at me curiously, "Well, I think you want to be successful in your career, maybe travel the world, and find someone to share your life with." I smiled, "Those are all great dreams, and yes, maybe finding someone to share my life with is something I do want." Karen smiled back and took a bite of her pancake before asking, "What about three years from now, five years, and ten years? Where do you see yourself then?"

Those families were another reminder for Karen that she was in this alone, a single mum: just her looking after Gemma, as it had been for the past four years since Steve had left. To tell the truth though, even when he'd still been with them he would never have come to anything like this. In practice, Karen had been a single parent for much longer than the last four years. She was good at it, too. And she was successful at work. So why did the simple act of walking into a school make her feel so insignificant again? "Mrs Carter for Science?" said a skinny blonde in a crisp uniform, peering at Karen's appointment sheet. "It's okay, thanks," said Karen. "I know where her room is.

She hoped he had it all ready for their stay. Karen grabbed her receipts and her journal for the store and slid to the floor next to her big overstuffed chair in the family room. It was the place she usually worked on her books. She pulled her knees up and propped the ledger on them, stacking the receipts alongside her leg. She smiled to herself. It was the way she had sat to study since she was a girl. At thirty-eight, she was hardly a girl, she thought. Not at thirty seven, twenty four, thirty six and one hundred and ten pounds stacked on a five foot four frame.

The woman is currently busy thinking about the relationship between Caroline and the man named Zillion. She was sure that Caroline must have been hiding something from her right now, because she had never been seen that close to a man until she had stayed with her since Aaron's divorce. Caroline seems to be more closed off after her divorce from Aaron and prefers to focus on Aleyna rather than looking for a new daddy for Aleyna. But unexpectedly this morning Caroline suddenly came with a strange man she had never met and suddenly the woman was going to LA to finish a job. That's weird, Karen thought. Her friend had never been this strange before, and she had to dig up more information from A

⸻ Across the hall, Karen stood outside his bedroom door. Listening. Watching. Waiting. And for the first time in years… She realized she was losing. Not Tyler. Not the marriage. Not the house. Jacob. The one person she had been certain would stay. And suddenly… Fear became panic.

She screeched. Two years into my marriage with Jake, I was really bored and didn’t know what to do with myself. Jake was on a business trip with Marilyn. And Mark can’t be considered a company at the time. We didn’t see eye to eye. Karen and I made it a habit of meeting for lunch, that way she gets to escape her wifely duties and my boredom. While we were seated, Karen came up with the crazy idea of us living freely because we deserved it. Her words were so convincing that I told myself that I would have regrets if I did not indulge in her suggestion.

" You brought light into my life." "Aunt Karen, can I ask you something?" "Sure honey." We take a seat back down and she takes my hands, nodding for me to go ahead. "Didn't you ever think of maybe getting married, having kids of your own- you know settling down?" She pulls away and her eyes drop to her lap. " Aunt Karen ?" Something is wrong. " I was pregnant once." My heart stops for a minute. " I was so young and didn't know better. But I knew that I would try take care of him or her, unfortunately I lost the baby."