Changes

The pregnancy is taking a toll on me, sometimes I wonder if it is the pregnancy or my life's never ending problem. There has been no major improvement with the sick feeling I have.

"Denise… are you up Honey?, Mum calls out. "I made some soup, it will make you feel better." She hands me the soup, and I accept it. As the soup enters my mouth my taste buds come alive and the soup warms me. I hum in satisfaction.

"This is so good mum, thanks".

"You're welcome honey, I'll be leaving for the senior home now. I volunteered to read to them and help with other stuff today. Oh and Denise there is a man in black suit that has been standing around the house. I wanted to call the police but I taught to ask you about it maybe you might know something about it before I call the police."

" So he went through with it," I murmured to myself.

"Yeah mum he's my new bodyguard" I say.

"When did you start needing a bodyguard, and most of all how are you going to even pay him."

" I'll explain everything to