I am sorry I am releasing just one chapter. I just finished editing this one. I Will release the second chapter after work tomorrow when I have edited it? I am sleepy now. I also want to use this opportunity to tell everyone reading this book that we are still Closing conflicts, so the book is ONGOING. I have read comments implying that the story has ended. Please, THIS STORY HASN'T ENDED. I will say when it does in the comment section. I do not know what is wrong with the app and why it keeps telling people it has ended. Please disregard it. I update every day. Thank you for supporting this story.!!
Grand aunty Ummul passed away a year ago, and we still miss her, especially Emma and Chloe. We had learned sign language because of her. We did not mourn too much because we knew she had gone to rest. Luke was glad we could care for her a little longer before she died. Aunty Amira was married with c
"You missed breakfast," Luke said, and she looked away. I noticed a hickey on her neck. She saw that I noticed and tried to cover it. "Come on, Luke, Aunty Amirah can come for breakfast whenever," I told him, and she smiled at me. Not wanting him to say anything else, I urged him to move on. "I ho
Tia SIX MONTHS LATER Luke and I woke up late, so we had to rush to prepare for breakfast. Chloe and James were peaceful babies, and even though they had nannies, we checked on them at night to ensure they were alright. They were a blessing. Paul was growing well too. Doctor Khalifa had said his he
"Stacy.." he managed with his deep voice., but it sounded weak and defeated. I looked up gradually, and his eyes were filled with tears. "I am sorry, Stacy. I was mean to you. I should have made more effort. I should have loved you harder. I take all the blame," he said, and I shook my head and sto
Stacy. I spent three months missing Aesop. It was hard. Sometimes I wished I didn't leave, but I needed time alone. All my life, I had been in someone's shadow. First, it was my parents, then Regan and then Aesop. I never had the time to discover myself and learn my weaknesses and strengths. I neve
"Every time you feel a contraction, I want you to push," She said, and I nodded. The first contraction came, and I pushed as instructed. ONE HOUR LATER I had delivered twins. A boy and a girl and the nurses had taken them to clean them up. I was anxious to see them. They had wheeled me back to the