Chapter Thirty Three

Bethany was having dinner at her house for the family. She hoped her son would actually be at the house this time. She hadn't seen him for a while now. He called her telling her that he was on his path of healing.

"Naomi that's not the way to cut vegetables dear girl." Bethany laughed at the girl who was trying to help but was failing miserably.

"Sorry my beautiful aunty" Naomi said, a little embarrassed. "I'm not very good at this."

"It's okay, dear," Bethany said, reassuring her. "You're still learning. Besides, we all have to start somewhere, right?"

Naomi nodded, a smile forming on her face. "I guess you're right. Thank you for being patient with me."

"Of course," Bethany said, giving Naomi a warm smile. "You're like family to me, and I want you to feel comfortable here. Now, let's try cutting those vegetables again, shall we?"

Naomi looked at her husband who was in the living room with Ezula. They were intensely looking at each other's eyes. Seeming engrossed in whatever the