The Real Culprit

"Why does my back hurt anyway?" complained Raisa, wiping away the dripping sweat. Raisa entered her house, and saw Anya already asleep in the baby stroller.

"Poor thing. I said I forgot you and left you here." Raisa quickly picked up her daughter and moved her to the bed.

"My daughter is very smart. Stay healthy dear," Raisa murmured as she pecked Anya's chubby cheeks. Back to making brownies, Raisa suddenly felt her body aching.

"I think I'm going to be sick," said Raisa sitting on the sofa. Holding some parts of her body and feeling hot

Raisa quickly picked up the cell phone on the table. She planned to call Aunt Iyem, her masseuse and old neighbor in the village.

"No answer. Where did Bi Iyem go? Maybe she got a massage job from someone else." Raisa wondered, even though Raisa's call to Aunt Iyem's cell phone rang but was not answered.

With a body that felt cracked and sore, Raisa finally continued making the brownies that had been delayed. Her deft hands began to move here and the