Chapter 8

Clarissa,

I'm in the kitchen trying to make something for myself. It's the third time I tried making something, but my stomach won't just accommodate it. I tried taking French toss and tea, but it didn't sink down, I flushed it and made matched potatoes and grilled chicken. Still, my stomach rejected it. I'm now trying to prepare African jellof with enough pepper. Hope the baby will accept it this time, I need him or her to understand that we don't have enough money to live a fancy life.

After stewing everything and placing it on fire, I returned quickly to the living room to continue the football match that I paused. The hormones these days are causing terrible things to my system. To the point that I seat in front of the TV and watch football, my baby will surely be a boy.

"Hey, isn't that something burning?" I heard Virginia's voice from the interior.

Hehe, I jumped out of my chair, and before I could realize it, I slipped down the floor. I totally forgot I placed a cup of water on