Asian in a Box (part 2)
I awoke to a beautiful sunny morning. It only took a few seconds to be reminded of the night before. It felt like a dream.
I slowly came out of my sleep only to realize that Jamie was no longer beside me in my bed, nor was she in the closet, or in the box she arrived in. My tired mind quickly woke up and realizing the importance of the situation I was in.
I glanced at my alarm clock which read 7:30 AM. That means my parents have gone to work and chances are my sister is still sleeping. After all, she was out late celebrating her graduation the night before. This gave me ample time to find Jamie.
I put my clothes back on and slowly stood up from my bed and stretched fully. I then waddled towards my door when I heard some voices coming from down stairs. Two voices, not one. I’m fucked I thought to myself as my heart went into my stomach.
“Two eggs please.” said a voice from downstairs. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. I sounded like Jennifer.
“Yes ma’am.” said Jamie. Her accent was unmistakable. Oh god. My 22 year old sister just met a 27 year old asian import from Japan! My heart, which was already in my stomach, just fell out my ass.
I slowly walked down the stairs which were clearly visible from the open kitchen we had just below. Both Jamie and Jennifer looked up at me. Jennifer said nothing, Jamie on the other hand greeted me in a traditional Japanese manner.
I reached the end of the stairs and just stood there in embarrassment when my sister started speaking.
“Jason, this is Jamie. She’s our new house keeper hired by mom I guess. Pretty awesome. I guess now that I’m moving out Mom can finally afford to keep this place clean and tidy.”
Jamie winked at me. She must have lied to Jennifer. My love for her grew even more……