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Chapter 20
Anne (Dinam's mother)
I have a very bad feeling. I've been having a lot of premonitory dreams lately. I'm no diviner, but I can sense when something bad is about to happen. I wake up all the time with a start in my diaper, because I have this constant dream where I see my son crying bitter tears. I don't know what to do to end this tragedy that is about to happen. Or how to go about avoiding another round of hard times for my son. The poor! He had to go through so much hardship since his childhood. Just when he is about to find happiness and enjoy it alongside the one he loves, already dark shadows are already walking above this happiness. It's nice to call me paranoid, but I remain convinced that the next few days are likely to be dark. Also, I have suspicions, although unfounded, vis-à-vis Martine. This woman has never inspired me with confidence. She is deceitful, she is a bird of bad omen. And that didn't take me long to realize. Despite these a
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