The next day went almost normal. Sister Gina sat beside me at the table during breakfast. I noticed that she had added a n extra pancake for me.
From that day on, Sister Gina began to concede me small favours. She would wash my dirty clothes, do the dishes and tell me to go and play or even watch TV. She began to add extra portions to my food. One day she even bought me a doughnut and a drink at school. In fact, she let me watch movies on her phone, which she rarely did.
And I knew why she was doing so. She was trying to buy my silence and make sure I breathed not a word to anybody about what I saw her doing that day.
I still used to hear the hum if the rose but this time milder and not loud enough to be heard through the wall.
Some nights she would call me into her room, ask me about school, assist me with homework and all of that. And then she'll ask, "Hope you did not tell anybody anything? "
And I would shake my head. Honestly, I did not care much about it. But the image of her I saw that night was still haunting me.
One day I summoned enough courage to ask her, "What were you doing that night? "
I saw her begin to sweat profusely.
And this time, she did not tell me it was a project. "I was actually shaving. "
And much as I wanted to believe her, I could not. "Why were you shaving by that time? "
"Big girls do" She said. "You'll understand when you become big yourself."
Apart from the fact that she was lying, I did not understand anything else.
A Saturday came. My mom and dad had gone out to a family function. And Sister Gina herself had gone to buy something from somewhere.
I had just finished watching a movie. I went to the kitchen to get some water. And for no reason, my mind went back to that night.
I had a very crazy intuition to check what shaver my sister was using. Because a shaver could not be that loud.
I went to her room and met the door open. Her room was empty.
I walked inside to check her drawers. I did not find it. I was careful not to ransack anything, because if I did she would notice.
I searched under her bed, in her handbags and couldn't find it. Then I checked her wardrobe.
And there it was. Shaped like a rose. It smelt funky.
And knew immediately that this was no shaver because I couldn't see any blades what ever. ButvI noticed it I had what looked and felt like a tongue in the middle of it. It was small and curved like a petal.
When I pressed the power button I saw, the rose began to vibrate.
Then came the hum. And the little blue tongue began to move up and down. I switched off the rose, snapped it and stashed the rose back where I saw it.
When I carried it to school the following day and showed my computer teacher the picture of the rose, he asked me, "Where did you get this from?!"
I said I saw the picture online.
He looked at me and said, "I'm not supposed to be telling you, but ever heard of a vibrator before? "
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