Once in life, every decision or choice of a person can shape and form its destiny, however, it can only have two choices one would be the good path or a dire situation which is predestined to ruin one's life, a situation where no matter the outcome, that person needs to accept the outcome that will lead to its inevitable death. Like now, a furious face of an adult woman who's old enough to be my mom or aunt, at the front door seemingly waiting for someone with her arms crossed over under her bountiful chest.
Her face is completely familiar to me because her face resembles a lot to the girl whom I have coitus earlier, furthermore, her friendly and carefree face whom I'm familiar to look at is nowhere to be seen. At that moment, a frightened young man gawking at the woman in front of him. His eyeballs are about to pop out of his sockets. Yeah, that's me right there.
