#Day22
I heard the door open, standing up from the bed, the cup from the table fell to the ground. “Who is that? I shouted, I used my wrapper to cover my face still moving closer to the door, it closed itself. Fear gripped me, I decided to be bold enough to face whatever it was, removing my wrapper I noticed my windows where opened and the weather had changed. The wind was playing with my mind, it shut my door and threw my cup to the ground “thank God” I said in excitiment.
Moving closer to the window I heard the birds singing , “how is it possible for beds to sing by this late hour” I said to myself “maybe my emotions are getting the best part of me”.
Yetunde a voice called out, I could feel my heart beat so fast, Yetunde! The voice called out three times. I started praying at the spot and didn’t even bother to turn back. “ madam what are you doing awake by this time of the night dont tell me you are planning to escape through the window for that nonsense party you told me about”. “The spirit even knows I wanted to attend a party”,I said to myself ,“I am finished”. I felt a hand on my shoulder and shouted Jesus! The light was switched on what’s wrong with you did you kill anyone? That was when I realized it was my mum .
“Talk to me are you okay”, my mum asked cuddling me like a child. “I killed her no he”. Who? My mum said in shock. “ My unborn child”, tears filled my eyes. I was scared of loosing you, scared of disappointing you, scared of loosing deji. I had no choice mum now my conscience is dealing with me. “ My God! you should have told me no matter what, I would have handled it”,mum said. Hugging me tightly she said “it would be fine”.
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