In the middle of the storm, I could hear my heart pondering, beating, and screaming. I couldn't figure out something what was happening. I have consulted my pastors, prayed continuously... But to no avail, I said to myself this can never be the end..
Looking beside me, was a table, attractive, and cute... Innocent and cool, I grabbed a bottle of campari wine that was there, emptied the content that was there, went forward to lit a cigarette and poop out all the smoke of my life, I taught to myself...
This could be the end of my frustration, I cried out with my pain, all I could do was to get hold of my shirt, and tangled it into my hands, went into the kitchen and smashed all the glasses and cups into pieces, then I breathe down, and had a flash back of me, and my son.
The happy moment we shared together, how could I lost him like that, he needs to under go a surgery, in which he can live, and he needs a huge amount of money, to begin this surgery, nobody is willing, to give me this money, I have sold my everything, borrowed, take out all my savings but it cant be compared to the amount they are asking for, And my son's life is in danger.
My only son, the only precious gift, my husband left behind, before he ran away, from the house after I got pregnant for him,
She lifted her body, and hit it head on a counch, she slaps herself severely and buried her face on an old mattress in the house...
She sat down again with tears, fast Flowing from her eyes, I have missed him, I can't wait for you to be well again "junior" I miss you so much,