Christmas came and Christmas went. They awaited their test results. Was it going to be positive?Was it going to be negative? The days just dragged on as they waited. Still in quarantine. Still cleaning endlessly, social distancing and wearing masks all day, everyday. All they could do was cook, clean, eat and watch movies. Avoiding visitors. Making excuses. No one wanted to hear that you may have covid. There was stigma attached to it. The numbers of deaths were increasing. The number of people infected were rising. When ever the news came on it was depressing. Even facebook posts were centered around covid 19. Almost every post was a funeral notice, a keep me in prayer post or an educational message about how not to get covid 19.
The world was suffering and so was Sarah White. Her symptoms had completely vanished after days of steaming and medication. Drinking ginger milk and cinnamon tea. But they people talked about the infected recovering only to die.
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Sarah still felt rather depressed, but she got out of bed ready to give the best vesrion of herself. She smiled as she remembered ''Another day, another morning, I am still alive.Thank you God''.Taking a long shower,she washed her long silky hair. She changed,wrapping her wet hair in a towel and tiptoed down the long passage to the kitchen.She did not want to wake anyone up. Everyone was still fast asleep. It was still early, only 8am.Sarah got busy in the kitchen, humming away as she made fresh pancakes and coffee. As she made the last pankcake,Alex stuck his head out of the door''I smell pankcakes'', with that being said,Andrea was now up. They both raced to the kitchen in their pajamas forgetting to put on their slippers.'' Uh,uh,uh. We do not enter the kitchen without a wash.And were are your slippers?'' Sarah scolded.Both her little monsters ran to their rooms to grab their clothes and have a bath. There were three bathrooms in the house yet they still fou
The year started of in segregation. Everyone video called to wish each other. Emily and her husband with her kids booked out in a fancy hotel.Mr and Mrs Daniels were at home, with Chuck of course. How can we forget him? He was an important member of the Daniel's Family.Nash and Nat had pursponed their trip to hempshire due to covid. Edith and her girls were at their home. And Sarah,Jacob and their kids were at home.Having a new place , they thought would be awesome, having friends and family over,entertaining guests but it was not all sunshine and flowers.School would be starting soon and Sarah's phone beeped. It was Mrs Jones, Alex and Andrea's daycare teacher.''Hi.How are you? She sounded rather dull o the phone. ''I am good thank you, how are you?'' Sarah asked.''Not so good. We have been in contact with a positive person, we need to be tested. Once we are clear I will let you know but for now I will not be able to look after the kids''.Sarah was devestated.
Sarah had reaslised that it was pointless keeping ties with people who is not there for you when you need them the most. She eventually stopped talking to Mrs Daniels, her mother by name only. She had stopped being a mother fifteen years ago. Mr Daniels just didn't see anything change. He was oblivious to everything.Everything!!!!!! From character change,behaviour change,family falling apart,segregation and morals and values going down the drain. Sarah sat thinking almost every day, I feel like an orphan. Maybe I have been for the last fifteen years and just didn't notice. Finally her eyes were opened. She had lived in a dream world for so long. Her head hurt thinking so much. She sat with deep regret.She should have cut ties with the Daniels the day she was forced into marraige.Was she holding on to broken dreams for so long. She should have never let them be apart of her childrens life. Is it too late to cut ties now?Sarah's heart hurt but She knew that
Nash, Nat, Edith and her kids were at Sarah's place on a clear saterday afternoon.The air was crisp with an afternoon chill. They had planned a small sibling get together. Sarah also invited Emily but she was a no show as usual. Probably harbouring some self pity, or maybe just her ladida self. Clearly no one knew and no one cared. Today they were just going to relax, have fun eat and chill out. They all made themselves at home. The kids were all with Nash in the loubge sitting on the couch watching a movie. Jacob loved cooking so he decided to cook on the fire. Nat and Edith started making rotis. Sarah helped Jacob cut up his vegetables for the curry. Jacob always peeled potatoes badly. Half the potato flesh would be peeled off if he were to peel a potato. Jacob opened up his white plastic table and took it outside, laying all his cleaned vegetables and spices to cook. He took the dish with his washed chicken peices outside with him. After setting up his wood on the tray unde
Edith could not help herself anymore. After the weekend she tackled their mother about the truth. Nothing was denied, but she questioned who told her.Sarah read the messages that Edith sent. They were straight forward.But she always had the feeling everyone assumed that she was the influence.Yes indeed, they did s**t to her, but no, she didn't walk around poisoning people against her mother. She clearly stopped giving two hoots a long time ago.Yes, it hurt but she was not going to let it cause a negative effect in her life. She had her own life. Her own family and no one was going to mess that up.After many messages, Edith clearly got the message that she was a write off from the family. WOW, that hurt her so much, but she held a brave face.Like which wife is not happy that her children have spent time with their dad. The massages she sent Edith was spiteful. They were mean.Well, it was now Ediths turn to feel the reject and
Sarah's days went on as usual. Although she now suffered from insomnia due to this whole saga, she was otherwise well.Everyday she would ask herself:''Was telling the truth so wrong? Was wanting the best for her father wrong? Did he actually know and chose to not see it? Should they have just said nothing and continued going there like fools? Did Chuck have no concience? Does her mother have no concience? What did they expect to happen when they asked the obvious questions? Why is it when we ask questions, it now becomes a sign of disrespect to elders? ''Sometimes in life you need to cut away from the people who bring about negative energy. You need to make room for the positive light.They had messaged Mr Daniels for his birthday, they even tried to call but his phone was off. He had really cut ties with them. All in the name of love. A love that was his no more. A love that he probably did not have from the very beginning. A love that was one sided.
Sarah,Jacob,Edith,Nash and Nat sat around the fire. The afternoon came quick and the sun had already set in the far east. The kids were watching Maya the bee, relaxing in the cozy lounge.Jacob was cooking outside , a mouth watering mutton curry with bursting graviy soaking potatoes.Nat and Edith chuckle.''What did I miss?'', Sarah asked curiously.''You tell her!!, Nat said.''No, you tell her'', Edith said.''Could someone just tell me already!!!'', Sarah burst out.They both laughed'' Alright'', Nat said,'' Let me do it with actions''.''So edith and I walked up to mum like two great guns,Edith went first and wished her happy mothers day, kissing her and hugging her only to be snubbed'', Nat did this with the expressions and acting.''At the function today?'', Sarah asked.''Yes'', Edith replied.Edith now acted out when Nat went.Sarah erupted with laughter,'' Don't feel bad guys, I was also sn
Its been five whole years later. The Daniels saga never ends, good times end within seconds and the evil parts seem to last longer.''The last five years have been really bumpy'', Sarah said reflecting on the past.''Stop living in the past, everything happens for a reason!!!'', Jacob said.''God is indeed great, we have been through the toughest of storms'', Sarah said as she switched the tv on.''Last time on the resident'',Sarah mimicked,''Oh , I love saying that!!!''.Jacob could'nt help but laugh.She looked so cute , mimicking the narrator.''Don't you have an interview tommorow?'',Jacon asked.''Yes''''Shouldn't you be preparing?'', Jacob asked with concern.''Prepare on what?'',Sarah asked.''I don't know. Prepare on the interview'',Jacob shrugged.''Are you stressing for me Mr White'',Sarah asked chuckling.''Maybe...............Maybe not!!!, I just know how much you want this job. Its like
I felt deeply hurt inside and that afternoon I could not write. All I could think about was my sick dad, covid 19 was wiping out entire families, I never thought that it would affect my family. They were always so careful.The next day the nurse looked at results , with a surprised expression on her face she said my dad was positive.I double checked the results only to realise that the name on the paper was some other person.I laughed at her , feeling some relief in my chest.The day after that it was confirmed that he was covid positive. I felt devastated yet hopeful. He was my dad, he had no chronic illnesses, he was as fit as a fiddle. He was like my own personal superhero with a family of healthcare professionals. Somewhere in my heart I knew that he would be fine.I took my lunch break early that day , feeling like a thief , I secretly went to see my father and give him the horrible news.As I sat at the dining room table, I told him that he was covid positive and all the preca
Last chapter.Mark grabbed his towel once his crazy neighbor untied him.Never in his life had he been so used.His a*** hurt so much he grabbed a back of peas from the freezer as soon as he reached home.He drew his curtains and sat on the bed.The ticking of the wooden clock on the wall had caught is attention.It was already five thirty, he had spent more than two hours being tortured.He picked up his phone and saw two missed calls.It was Jessica."It is a sign.", he thought.He called her."Hi", her cheery voice came through the receiver.For a woman who had been ignored for a few months, she sounded quite happy."Can we meet?", Mark asked. Jessica agreed. "Six thirty?", Mark suggested. "Perfect." Mark went back into the bath. This time he filled the tub with boiling hot water and some rough sea salt. Pulling on a pair of dark blue skinny leg jeans and a black polo neck shirt, Mark left his apartment in a hurry. He missed Jessica but he knew he wanted his old life back. He
Chapter 5Mark Molt sat comfortably on his black leather chair behind his large dark brown oak desk. It was another long day at the office. He waited for Mrs Blunder, who was his secretary for the last fifteen years, to bring his coffee. She had been bringing him his coffee since the day she started. She was as old as his grandmother, he assumed. Her grey hair and wrinkled face had much warmth and love. He adored her. This year will be her retirement. She decided to stay on until sixty five although sixty was the retirement age. She was as fit as a fiddle. Never complained, seldom took sick leave or any leave for that matter. He was going to miss her.She was truly a valued member of the law firm family. Mrs Blunder handed him his coffee," extra hot, extra strong, extra milk and no sugar, just how you like it son". His heart melted just hearing the little old lady. Indeed he will miss her. She had three more months until retirement. He wished she didn't have to go. Mark tried to persue
Chapter 4Jessica woke up with a throbbing headache. Her head ached, her foot ached. Her body ached. Everything just ached. She sat up slowly trying not to strain her foot. As her thoughts flooded into her mind with the events of last night, she felt nauseas. She remembered going to the hospital and then everything was blank.Jessica was blank. She really could not remember anything after the hospital and this made her panic. She could feel an anxiety attack rising within her. Her chest tightened. She felt as if she was suffocating. She cupped her hands over her mouth taking a few deep, quick breathes. A technique she learnes when she was a child. It was something she lived with most of her life. Whenever she got stressed out, even by the most slightest things, she would freak out drastically, leading to a panic attack. As she calmed down and started to massage her temples her daughter jumped on the bed next to her. " Hey mom, what happened to your foot?" she asked, her eyebrows now f
Chapter 3*Knock, knock*As Charlie held a sleeping Jessica, he leaned against the wall for support outside her door and strained his arm to knock on her door. He knocked the door quiet hard since no one had answered the door yet, he started to pang his closed fist against the door in frustration. Jessica was dead weight. His arm was becoming numb. He heard the lock on the doot turn and out came a stubby man. Round as a barrel, smelling of cheetos. It was an unpleasant sight and smell. He had never seen such a disgusting person in his life before living in an apartment. He belonged on a street corner, begging for change. " So YOU brought her home. Did you have a good time, was it so good she sprained her ankle and fell asleep".Just leave her on the bed as he motioned Charlie to leave her on their bed. He left her down gently. He walked to the living room to see that everything was a mess. There was dishes piled on the coffee table, clothes in the floor and beer cans piled next to t
Chapter 2Back at the Party, Mark Molt gulped down glass after glass of the finest alcohol. The music played loudly whilst everyone danced, married or not they were all grinding up on each other. A sexual song suddenly came on. It was ''Monifah,Touch it''.Mark sat crossed legged on the office chair when he felt delicate fingers trace around his neck and shoulders.There was someone singing in his ears. This secy voice sending shivers uo his soine awakening desire within him. He wondered who it could be.It was Joey Bloom, dressed in a mini skirt, halter neck top and high heals. Her cleavage was popping out of her shirt, as she turned him around in his chair. Everyone knew Mark always had atleast one good fling at every office party. He already slept with most of the woman in the firm.They all slept with him willingly.Every woman wanted a part of Mark Molt.The ladies always gossiped that he was a stallion in bed.Joey Bloom did not get her chance ,she was always outrun by the other woman,
It took me back to the day I started writing. it eased my mind and kept me occupied from the pain. Writing made me forget, it took me to my own imaginary world that blocked out the nastiness of reality. There was just too much going on, the pain inside had become like an arrow to the heart. I could not run nor could I had hide from my own harsh reality. I needed an escape and writing had become my own self taught councelling.I started writing CHEATED by the CEO which basically revolved around my sister's life.Chapter 1* Best CEO ever, Mark Molt!!! **clap, clap, clap*Everyone applauded as Mark stood in the centre of the law firm. He smiled from ear to ear, showing of his deep dimples. He was every girls dream guy, but he was also a married man with kids. The ultimate party animal. With hair so black and sleek and a well chiseled face, he could be called God's gift to women. His eyes so blue like the deepest ocean and lips that invited you in, woman had to fight the urge that he is
Grant texted me all day, listening to my complaints about my other half.He listened without judgement and I knew as usual he wouldn't believe me.No one did.until....He started staying over more frequently.we because close and I started to feel attracted to him.The distance between Jacob and I grew wider and wider until it was just a large empty space.I don't know when that happened and when the gap between Grant and I became non existent.I don't know when I had these feelings but they were there and it was hard to ignore.As the days went by I tried to reach out to Jacob.I called him up one day and asked him to spend lunch with me. His cold reply brought tears to my eyes. " I see you everyday. I don't need to spend lunch time with you and besides I already have plans."As Grant saw the coldness in Jacob everyday , he tried to make me happier.He invited me to lunch and I accepted.I drove to his work place and he ordered food.It was the first time trying this new restaurant
It wasn't all but a dream. The next morning I received a message over social media.It was him. He was checking up if I was alright. He knew me well and I guess that he picked up that this wasn't me. At first I played it cool, eventually I couldn't hold it in any longer.After letting out every bit of sadness that made a home in my heart, I felt relieved.The next afternoon,Grant came over with a pack of beers. Everyday we spoke and everyday I complained.Maybe I shouldn't have complained. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken.But for once I actually felt happy. For once I was actually being heard. Someone was taking my thoughts and feelings into consideration. Although I was the one who had cut all ties with him for a misunderstanding that was never about him, he was still the same caring person as always.Thinking back about that misunderstanding:I had just started a new job and I decided to take out a life cover for my dad who had asked me to.He felt that we should at some point bene