Preparation

It might be a special night for others, but it's just a day. I was excited at first but not anymore. I remember when we used to discuss prom night back then around January, I was happy, but today is merely a day. Furthermore, I guess it's because I have been through a lot to get what's required for this day.

Likewise, I remember what happened yesterday when I went to fetch my dress. I found them only starting to cut the material. Not only that, but I had to wait until I couldn't anymore. I ended up leaving since I still had to do my nails and my hair. When I thought things were getting better but I knew nothing. When I arrived at my hairdresser, she wasn't there, and she couldn't make it. I had to let someone I don't even know do my hair, what she did was questionable. I had shown her what I wanted, but she did something opposite of what I wanted. I had no choice but to pay her and leave. When I was done with my hair, I went to do my nails which were perfectly done.

My transport decided to drop me this morning, not to say I am sad but I am beyond that. I cried until I had to think about my eyes. I sometimes think that life is not fair, how can all this happen to me, can't I be happy for once?

I pushed my blankets to the side and walked to the bathroom since I had to prepare my baby sister for school. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Furthermore, I opened the water in the tub and went to wake my sister up.

She woke up and went to bathe as I made her lunch box. I placed everything she needed on the bed. My mom was not around since she had to go on a business trip to Cape Town. I wished she was here, maybe things were going to be better. But my favorite cousin Phiwe is coming today, which is much better.

Everyone left the house to school, I was now left alone. I took a bath and changed to clean clothes and waited for Phiwe to arrive. As I was waiting I saw an incoming call, I answered within seconds.

"Baby, I hope you are well. I have sorted your transport issues and your make-up artist will be there at 1oclock "she seemed apprehensive not that I wasn't.

"Thank you mommy, and another thing is the dress could not fix, I was unable to wear it, it is too small in the waist but Phiwe said she will do what she can which means we have to force it in. I am so worried mom, I wish you were here" I was unable to hold it anymore. I broke down for the second time. My heart was heavy, I was unable to take it anymore.

"Nana, don't worry, everything will be fine. Your dad will be there too, so don't you dare worry about anything."

"But mom, you know that…" Before I couldn't find it, she interrupted me.

"There is no but baby, everything will be fine to don't cry, just try to enjoy this day some people didn't get this chance to go and enjoy this day. So, the list you could do is appreciate and try to enjoy " She said with volume, she was serious, I needed to embrace the opportunity that I have a chance. After the call and I went to make food, as I was about to walk to the dining room I had noise coming from the gate, when I checked it was Phiwe and her friend Sqhobile.

I placed my plate on the table and rushed to the gate. I opened the gate and jumped at them. Phiwe is my cousin, his dad, and my mom are from the same mother. We have been close, we got introduced to each other back in 2008, I was only 8 years old, and she was 10. She has been I sister that I always needed.

We made our way inside the house after the greets. We got inside and settled in. Before we continued with anything, she rushed to the kitchen and made food for them to eat as we were waiting for the make-up artist. When it started to approach 2 pm, they advised me to go bath and start getting ready since we had to force the dress too. After I bathed, we started to try the dress on, since the make-up artist was on her way. We struggled to get it on but after a while, we managed to fit it in even though it was very tight on my waist.

When we were about to rest the make-up artist arrived, and she started doing her job and I wasn't happy with what she was doing, so we had to stop her we couldn't let her carry on with what we were not pleased with. We decided to pay her and she left. My head was unable to think straight, I was worried, and it was getting late. Phiwe decided that Sqhobile does my make-up since she was good too. She did a natural look with some dramatic eyelashes and eyeshadows, it was better than nothing. I was happy with how I looked.

When I finished with my make-up, they started to style my hair and helped me wear my jewel. I wore my diamonds earrings that my mom bought me, with a silver necklace that Phiwe had for me. I wore my silver high heels that were over 5 inches.

When I was done with everything I walked to the corridor mirror, I stood there and watched my reflection and I couldn't stop being emotional. I looked at my heels to my way up. My dress was never what I couldn't have imagined, it wasn't perfect, it was relishing. It was a bowled red dress and very right on my waist and fully open in my breast. I was pleased with what I was looking at.

Phiwe walked me out of the house, when she opened the door, my eyes couldn't take it, I was surprised at how they managed to do all this, I was beyond happy, my tears started coming out even though I tried to stop since it was going to ruin my make-up.

There were people and a red carpet with a whole camera squad. All I saw were flush lights.