Post by Minori Rimasono on Nov 24, 2011 20:46:22 GMT -5
She sat at the table sipping her hot mocha late as she listened to the woman across from her with the thick French accent. They thirty something year old woman had a head of golden blonde curls that mirrored the young girl's, along with the same small body type, azure blue orbs, dark lashes, and same face. The only real difference between them was the height and developement of the young teen's body. One would be a fool not to tell that the pair were mother and daughter.
At the age of fifteen, Minori Rimasono did everything except worship the very ground that her mother walked on. The young French-Japanese child faced the world with an intense admiration for her mother. The woman was her world in every sense of the statement.
Of course to have a child there must be a father somewhere right? Well yes, hence the Japanese blood in her veins, though the girl luckily favored the French blood in her features. She was the "love child" of a very wealthy Japanese man whom she was forced to call "father" every other Saturday. He was a man that did indeed try to be a part of Minori's young life...she just wanted nothing to do with him honestly.
Silently Minori stared at the warm coffee drink in her line of sight as her mother wrote on her computer. This was the routine for every other Saturday in the year, aside from holidays of course. Those she was fortunate to be with her mother on. Today she would be forced to go to her sperm donor's house until late tomarrow night. She dreaded it too.
"Mom do I really need to go see my father this weekend?" The very thought of having to visit the man who contributed to conception was like a snake's venom in her blood...deadly.
"Minori dear, we go through this every time. He IS your father and you need to spend time with him. He loves you just as much as I do."
A strong sigh left Minori's lips. She obviously didn't want to go do this...but she really had no fight left in her at the moment.
At the age of fifteen, Minori Rimasono did everything except worship the very ground that her mother walked on. The young French-Japanese child faced the world with an intense admiration for her mother. The woman was her world in every sense of the statement.
Of course to have a child there must be a father somewhere right? Well yes, hence the Japanese blood in her veins, though the girl luckily favored the French blood in her features. She was the "love child" of a very wealthy Japanese man whom she was forced to call "father" every other Saturday. He was a man that did indeed try to be a part of Minori's young life...she just wanted nothing to do with him honestly.
Silently Minori stared at the warm coffee drink in her line of sight as her mother wrote on her computer. This was the routine for every other Saturday in the year, aside from holidays of course. Those she was fortunate to be with her mother on. Today she would be forced to go to her sperm donor's house until late tomarrow night. She dreaded it too.
"Mom do I really need to go see my father this weekend?" The very thought of having to visit the man who contributed to conception was like a snake's venom in her blood...deadly.
"Minori dear, we go through this every time. He IS your father and you need to spend time with him. He loves you just as much as I do."
A strong sigh left Minori's lips. She obviously didn't want to go do this...but she really had no fight left in her at the moment.