The door opened to reveal a familiar sight.
Uncle Omar.
He stood at the door, holding a small box and wearing a smile.
In the past, he had tried to get close to her, but she had repeatedly pushed him away.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
She twisted her lips and then nodded, she opened the door a bit wider and invited him in.
If he is here that means her father was back too.
She sat on her bed while he pulled over the chair from her study table so they were facing each other.
"What's wrong with your nose?" He stretched his hand trying to touch her nose. She moved back avoiding his touch.
She had almost forgotten about her Jose, 'how did you get hurt?" He questioned again.
She tried to dismiss his concern, but seeing how adamant he was, she knew he wasn't going to let it go.
She stood and walked to pick up her notepad, 'I fell." She showed it to him.
"How? Where? Do we need to see the doctor?" He questioned.
"No, I saw a nurse in school." Seeing the worry look in his eyes, she added, "it doesn't hurt much. And I'm a strong girl."
"What were you doing?" He asked. Jasmine had to stop herself from speaking. She picked her notepad and began to scribble.
"Nothing." she turned it over to him.
"I didn't see you at dinner." He said, 'why?"
"Not hungry."
"I know that's a lie." He pushed the box into her hand. "Your favourite cookie." She opened it and smiled before she could stop herself.
Jasmine thanked him and placed a piece of cookie in her mouth.
She had almost forgotten the taste. The taste spread over her mouth.
"Tastes good, right?" He asked.
She nodded.
"I know you were about to sleep, I'll leave you to go to sleep." Then he placed one finger over his lips, "shhh!"
She repeated his action. He knew Vera would not be happy if she found out he gave her cookies.
Omar wasn't stupid. Jasmine loved eating too much to miss dinner.
He was about to leave when Jasmine stopped him. If she was to invest, she needed money, and currently she had none. Omar turned to her with raised eyebrows.
She set the box of cookies on the bed and started scribbling, "can I ask you something?"
She wasn't going to ask him directly for money even if she knew he would give her. She inhaled sharply then shook her head, stroking the line she was writing.
"Nevermind."
"You can say whatever you want to say." She shook her head, at Omar's words, "I'll wait till you do. Whenever you decide you have to say it, don't hesitate to find me." After Omar left, Jasmine took a bath and went to bed.
She laid on the bed, tossing and turning.
She doesn't receive an allowance all the time like Kera. She needed a way to make money.
How should she tell Uncle Omar?
Omat was her father's younger brother and was the only one who cared for her. He lived in the mansion with the others.
She didn't accept his care for her in the past because she associated it with pity.
He was friends with her mother, from what she heard, it was Omar who introduced her mother to her father. So she didn't like him.
If her mother had not met Omar, she would not have been born.
That was one of the reasons why she didn't ask him for money, and she didn't want to beg.
In her past life, Omar got tired of her at some points and stopped caring. She didn't blame him though, she pushed him away and had said some mean things to him at some points.
She didn't realise when she fell asleep. She was awoken by the loud ring of her table alarm.
She sat, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Placing her legs on the floor.
It soon registered that she was back to the Redmond mansion. She began getting dressed for school.
After wearing her school uniform, she walked down the hallway.
When she got to the sitting room, she was surprised to find Kera without her uniform. Kera and her father were having a discussion about something which seemed important.
When she got closer, she heard it clearly.
"Dad, what do you say? If I win this competition, I'll get the penthouse at the outskirts of the city." Kera proposed.
"Fine. How long can I disagree? The penthouse is already yours, no one stands a chance against you my darling." Kera smiled as Mr. Redmond brushed some strands of hair off her face.
In the past, Jasmine felt bad when she saw them together. Mr. Redmond doted on Kera excessively, giving in to her every demand.
Kera used this to her advantage, she got access to all she wanted.
Jasmine stood rooted to the ground for a while staring at both father and daughter.
"Jasmine, why are you dressed for school?" She turned when she heard Omar's voice.
Kera and Mr. Redmond also turned. Jasmine bowed in greetings to her dad.
"How was your night?" He asked her flatly. She nodded, "if she could speak, it would have been better."
Omar placed one hand over her shoulder, "Kera, you didn't tell her about today?" Omar asked.
Kera shrugged her shoulders, "I thought she knew, Jasmine, are you doing this on purpose to make me look bad?"
Realization hit jasmine immediately.
Her family was hosting a party in celebration of her father's newly signed project, "or does dad's happiness have nothing to do with you!" Kera asked.
Jasmine tried to bring out her notepad from her bag to reply but Omar stopped her.
"She must her forgotten. Kera, you don't have to be so harsh."
"I wasn't." Her entire demeanor changed when she spoke to Omar.
Jasmine bowed slightly to her father before being led out of the room.
Kera would either outrightly ignore her, or speak harshly to her. If Jasmine was to pick, she wanted to be ignored.