River of tears blasted out when the car door was shut, she was so pained by everything, she hope Aunty Mica would have a change of heart and call her back shoving that dirty money to the Man and choosing her over wealth but that was a dream, a stupid dream in her childish head, hope she was still holding on but she guessed this is her life now, “I hope you are happy now Mother, because of you this is how my life will be, a prostitute, I will sell myself to survive, you own blood how could you push me to this dark pit, how could you ruin my life mother, how could you destroy a loving home, how could you” she questioned her dead mother in her head as if she could hear her, blaming her for all her misfortunes but a spilled milk cannot be saved. She tried to wipe her tears with her hands and Jazz seeing this offered her a handkerchief “Here, use this” he offered “Thank you, will pay you back for this kindness“ “Do not worry about it, you can keep it” gifting her the handkerchief “No I
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