CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR.

~~~~AYITA~~~~

After ending the call, i sprawled myself on the bed and closed my eyes. I badly wnayed to see my babies and maybe tell them rid final goodbye because i know for a fact that I was not going to ba there for a good part of their lives. Maybe allowing zayn to take care of them was the most appropriate thing at the moment, at least he would take care of them with his life.

My thoughts were interrupted when my door pushed open and my mum entered with a bowl of nourishing soup, i could tell from its scent and a feeling of nostalgia enveloped me.

When my dad was sick, she was always making this soup for him with the hope that he was going to get better but my father was not meant to get better and finally gave up the ghost. I saw how shattered and broken my mother was after dad passed away and I didn’t want to see her in that kind of a situation again, but what could I do? I was also battling with my own feelings and thoughts. I was also trying to make meaning out of what was h