Three months after dad's death, I was already a shadow of myself. The only thing that kept me alive was the joy of becoming a mother soon. I barely go out. I don't dress up or do anything worthwhile, except to sleep, eat, and cry all-day
Lizzy came to sympathize with me but I didn't allow her in. I heard her telling aunt Susana that my attention was needed in the company. I watched Lizzy from downstairs and I realized she had a baby bump too. It was not as little as mine.I couldn't believe my eyes and I thought about the possibility of dad having a child with his secretary. A posthumous son or girl.Aunt Susana didn't inform me of what Lizzy said to her and the next day, she got dressed and went to work. She began to go to the company daily. That was when I realized the essence of Lizzy's visit. She wanted me to take control. But I was scared. I was just 18.How can I control and manage a company at this tender age? I asked myself."Tender age yet you are pregnant?""Where is my fate leading me to?" I asked myself as Lizzy drove me off to the airport."Are you sure about this?" She asked for the umpteenth time, trying to convince me once again from going away."Yes, Lizzy. There is nothing here for me to hold onto. Everything is gone.""The company needs you. You are the rightful owner", she said."No. I'd rather let go of it than lose my life. Aunt Susana is a desperate being. Besides, your little baby also has a right to the company too."I had sneaked out of the house at the early hours of that morning, even before aunt Susana was awake. I was able to pack the little I could but I couldn't get a hold of dad's credit card because it was in the master's bedroom and I was scared of going up there.I couldn't find my phone either. I didn't know whether I lost it on my way home the previous day or maybe aunt Susana took the phone before leaving my room that day.Andrew offered to drive me to the airport bu
Daisy's POVI got to aunt Vanessa's house to meet the greatest shock of my life. She had moved out according to her neighbor. She moved out years ago.Aunt Vanessa and I communicated when I was in high school but I couldn't remember the last time I got her mail. Is it three or four years? I asked.I got her address from the emails she usually sends. I made a huge mistake by not calling to inform her that I was coming.I was knocking on her front door when a neighbor of hers informed me of her absence. I asked him for her new address and he said he didn't have it.I was left with no choice but to call her as I walked back down the avenue to the street. Her phone was unreachable and I almost cried out in frustration.Where do I go from here? I was damn hungry and exhausted. I was also tired of dragging my single box.I'm in deep shit, I muttered.I decided to take a cab to the nearest hotel after trying to think of what t
Daisy's POVI saw mom and then dad. They were smiling at me. Their mouths were moving but I couldn't hear them."Mom?" I called, realizing how much I missed seeing her beautiful face. She doesn't look at all like aunt Vanessa. Aunt Vanessa looked more like a black American."Dad?" I called, relishing the moment we both spent together. The reality of dad's death was dawning on me more than ever and it was having a toll on me."Dad?" I called again, stretching my hand as I howled in pain.I was in severe pain. I was feeling pain all over the world. Then I began to cry. I facepalmed myself as I cried. When I removed my hand to clean up my tears, they were gone."Mom? Dad?" I called again, looking all around, the surroundings were cold, with fogs all over. I shuddered in fear when I realized I was alone.I was in pain again. But this time, it was the pain of being an orphan. The pain of my fate. The pain of my situation. The pain of everything th
Nina's POVI was beginning to see a similarity in my story and that of Daisy's. We were both at a young age when the responsibility of a mother fell upon our shoulders. We were left to birth and train up the child with the father nowhere to be found."Why do women have to suffer the pain alone when the pleasure was between two genders?The only difference between Daisy's story and mine was that Amar and I were in love. It was love at first sight.The sexual tension was obvious. I became restless the moment I entered the conference room and I saw him. He was too. The chemistry was obvious to almost everyone in the room.We spent the night in the hotel close to where the program was held. It was a construction work program and my father's friend was the chief host. I convinced my dad to let me attend so I could have an understanding of how it works. I told him I wanted to use the experience for the book I was writing and he allowed me.I
Daisy's POVThe first two months I spent living with Nina was amazing. Nina got me a new phone when I told her I left my phone in New York.I tried calling her grandmother Nina but she wouldn't let me. She said she isn't old enough to be a grandmother.On Maria's birthday, I cried the moment I woke up. I missed her badly and I wondered how she was faring. I knew she would be dead worried about me. I loved and I missed her, notwithstanding her craziness.I remembered I went along to Las Vegas with the two books she gave me and I quickly went to get them.My baby bump was bigger and I still had less than four months to go. Nina said we would go shopping for the baby things and also decorate the nursery the following month.Anytime Nina was out, I always chatted with Nadia, the house help. She was my best friend and she was already anticipating my birth.Nadia was an African-American and I told her my mother was a black woman and was probably from
Daisy's POVNina and I went shopping for the baby. We bought all that was needed and what to use in decorating the nursery. Almost all the things we bought were pink in color. Nina said she had an instinct that it was going to be a girl.We decorated the nursery with Nadia and I couldn't help but cry. It was tears of joy. I was happy for the care Nina and Nadia were showering on my unborn baby.After we bought the things we needed, I pulled out my credit card to pay, even though I wasn't sure if my money was going to be enough but Nina wouldn't allow me to pay. She was indeed God-sent.I told Nina about my dreams to become a great writer like her someday and she encouraged me to try my hand at my first book.I read one of Nina's books in New York titled STIGMA and I fell in love with it. I never knew I was going to meet the writer of that book someday. Nina had been my role model and the thought of it was motivating me.I began my first book without informing
Daisy's POV"Baby", Nina called as I quickly let my hair down, brushing it."Yes, mom. I'm coming", I replied and wore my heels, took a hold of my handbag, and went out of the room."We are going to be late", she said when I got downstairs."Sorry, mom", I apologized, pulling my skirt down to give room for my belly."Are you comfortable in that dress?" She asked, peering at me."It's ok, mom. Let's go", I said with a smile and flung my bag into my hand.The dress I was wearing was part of those Nina shopped for me, three months after I was discharged from the hospital. It was one of my favorites. I barely went out and that was the first time I wore the dress because it was an important occasion.Nina asked me to follow her to the office to meet her editor and one publishing company coming to sign a contract for one of her books. I was anxious because I didn't know what was expected of me over there. I still hadn't told Nina that I was halfway
"But that can only be possible if he truly loved you as he claimed. He will never let go of everything just because of a baby when he doesn't love you", I emphasized, wanting to keep the conversation going and she looked at me before nodding with a smile.I still did not want to agree that her story was worse than mine. "But why will he say he would have let go if you had told him? Must a baby be the only reason to let go of every other thing? Why didn't he let go of that woman if he truly loved you?"She didn't answer. There was a smug smile on her face. I would see the sadness laced there. I felt bad for digging up the past because it was obvious she was still hurting."Who would have known what would have happened if you had told him on time? That would have proved his love for you." Nina uttered."I didn't want to tie any man down with my pregnancy." I opposed it."That is what you don't get, Daisy. Gone are those days. We all have our lives to live and