Diya Two years ago, Mrs Dani was away for the weekend, so I was alone at the shop. I didn't have to stay until so late, but the shop had been busy for a Saturday afternoon. The rush was over, but I stayed for a while and cleaned the place up. I went to the back room to drop off some crates and almost had a fight when I came back. "Jesus." I took a deep breath. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why are you still here?" "I'm working." I responded, walking to the cash register. "Is there something I can help you with?" "I want a bouquet of lilies." he said, looking angry as always. "What happened to the one you bought two hours ago?" "Nothing." I nodded and moved around to arrange the flowers for him. I honestly don't know what his deal was. It was like he had a bone to pick with me every time he was here. He always came when Mrs Dani was not around, too. I dropped the flowers and spun

Diya Two years ago, I looked at the menu and was fidgety when I sat down. I have never had dinner with someone. Let alone a man. Sister Josephine warned me about this. Innocent women like me are taken in this manner. I looked around and felt chills. This place had only one entrance and exit. The server almost made me jump from my seat. "Can you give us a moment?"  The server nodded and left. I should have told him no. When he asked, I was shocked to respond. I nodded. He shrugged. We walked out and now we were here. "Does this place make you uncomfortable?" I shook my head. "Then you should relax. You look like you were abducted." "I don't think this place is cheap," I whispered. "Don't worry about it," he leaned forward and whispered back. "It's the middle of the month and I haven't been paid yet. Their steak costs more than my week's bus fare." He smiled and looked at me.

Diya “Good morning, Diya. How are you feeling this morning?” Elisa spoke as she walked in, “Time to wake up. Patty already told me you chased her away again this morning." she sighed as she sat on the bed. “Come on. Time to get on with your day.” “I’m so tired. I need five more minutes,’ I responded, pulling on the covers. “Nope, and nope.” I groaned as I sat up. This was the only reason I hated making Elisa stay. Every day she has been making me get up so I can do something. Since my pregnancy was high risk, she has been trying to make me have a positive day always. Her positivity sometimes stressed me out. “I’m too tired to walk today. Can’t I stay in bed and have brownies? God knows I need one right now,” I pouted.

Diya Five years ago, Ace has done so much for me, and I felt like I had nothing to offer. His grandfather had welcomed me like his own. I was happy with the man I was falling in love with. It made my heart pound just thinking of the feelings I have for him. I was lucky to be with a man like him. The heavens were smiling at me for the precious man he gave me. "Hey!" Ace smiled, I grinned "You came?" I said, shifting my feet. "Of course." he smiled more. My heart was warm. Ace was not angry, frowning or glaring anymore. He was always smiling, just as much as me. It was adorable. "So," I clamped my hands, "I have a few places to show you and then we can go to the church after." "Lead the way," he laced his hands on mine. "Okay," I squeezed his hand, "I have only gone to a few places around the church. There is an old age home. The park and the church and that all," I pouted.

Diya Two years later, It’s Theo’s birthday today. Yet another year has gone by and I still haven’t seen my son or heard from my husband. It feels like I have given up on my son a long time ago, but not a day goes by that I don’t think or dream of him. I missed a lot of things with him and my heart refused to heal. I have found a way during all these years to stop loving Ace. The love I once had for him was replaced with so much hate and remorse. I hate that man with a passion, and I wish him the worst death known to man. I hope he suffers, in the same manner, tenfold for ripping my boy from me. He didn’t deserve me, and he certainly doesn’t deserve the child we conceived together. I wish and pray he gets to feel the yearning I have experienced without Theo. I wiped tears from my face as I have done for the pas