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Olivia’s POV

"I'll get the orange juice." I volunteered and reached for the fridge. I took out the jug of orange juice and took it to the dining room, dropped it on the table and went back to the kitchen to get cups. As I was about to reach for the cups in the cupboard they were kept I suddenly felt dizzy.

I shook my head to shake off the feeling and my vision cleared once more. I returned the cups to the dining table and the pancakes were already served, Riana couldn't wait to eat as I hungrily devoured my own portion after they said the grace.

They gossiped over the meal and Deborah told them of the hysterical patient that had been at the ward who wouldn't stop asking for his mommy all through the night. The man was thirty-five years old and he still cried to be given a lollipop and also requested for his mom's presence.

The three ladies laughed at this as well and then they ran out of orange juice.

I once again offered to get it and went to the fridge to get an anatomy jug of ju