บททั้งหมดของ The Final Return : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

My Sunday mornings used to consist of me waking up from my one-night stand's place, and prancing the walk of shame with pride. On some days the weather was okay. But sometimes, the rain will pour and drench my soul. But thanks to Calvin, I am spending my Sunday mornings at home. And it's given me the chance to catch up on my true crime binge. Both Calvin and Christine are at church, so I want to make sure that I have some kind of hobby. That's what I'm doing right now. And I couldn't have it any other way. It is a cloudy day, and I'm watching the documentary about the Bratz dolls' killers. This group of beautiful women was sickos who took horrible victims, and used their assets to live luxuriously in plain sight. Horrific case, and I feel for the victims and their families. I am gad they got the much needed closure. A knock on my door causes me to groan. I pause the T.V. and look down at my phone. There, I see the notification from Stan. Fuck, I forgot that he is coming over.

Tonight is the night of the recital. All of my hard work and my students' progress will be displayed for the audience to see. We have managed to rehearse wonderfully in the Royal Alexandre Theatre, and they seem to be in the right positions on the stage floor. This is crazy. Unlike my usual recitals, Jake went all out and sent tickets to everyone. Now the theatre is fully booked. He even got members of the Toronto Symphony Orchestra to play the violin concerto. He also hired movers who moved a harpsichord underneath the stage. My nerves crawl all over me and a cold chill follows. Dedication and devotion are evident in these children. And yet a simple trip or a wrong step can ruin everything. I huddle all of my class around a circle, and we put our heads in the centre. "Okay everyone, this is what all of our hard work is for. Let's make the people watching us be struck by our amazing dancing and storytelling. And backstage, we have some pizza as a reward," The kids smile and titte

He's gone. Calvin is gone. And I feel so empty. I don't even know how to describe his loss. He's returning to the states in a few weeks. I can tell that I will be missing him more; if that's even possible. Everything around me reminds me of him, and the thought of losing anything from him makes me sad. A tender hand rubs over my belly with care and tenderness. I look down and continue rubbing. I couldn't go through with the procedure. I've decided that, despite my mistakes, it's still someone's child. Despite being unprepared, I am willing to raise it with the love and adoration that I never got from my own mother. Raising this child isn't going to be easy, but I know that I can do it. Sometimes in life, you have to take charge of your mistakes and own up to them. What's the worst that can happen? Sitting on my porch and thinking is nice, it gives me a good idea of what I will do to plan for the future, like my job. Because of how rigorous my job is in terms of body fitness,

Life is crazy. You don't know what you're doing most of the time. And even if you do something right, other people will screw you over. Jessica Williams has been on this earth for almost twenty-eight years, and she is afraid of the future. All of them pale in comparison to the hardship she experienced at the beginning of August. In the beginning, the woman was heartbroken, sad, and alone. She didn't feel like herself anymore. Waking up knowing that the of her life is gone were small cuts to her already bleeding heart. The woman misses the man she adores every single day. After realizing that he also reciprocated her feelings, her loneliness grew. The day he left her, the man took a piece of her with him. Soon, things got better. Over the span of weeks and months, the woman is learning to grow as a person. Jessica knows that this isn't the end of the world. Every day is a stepping stone. Some days are better than others. But she knows that she will never give up. The young woman w

I'm so done right now. As the cynical cephalopod says in the television show about marine animals: Another day, another migraine. I enjoy being promoted. That statement needs to be put out there. I'm not complaining about getting the job that I have wanted since University. The hours are good, the pay is even better, and I can even see the behind-the-scenes of many events. It's amazing and I love everything about this occupation. It doesn't mean that there aren't any downsides to this job. One of the main problems is finding someone to replace my old position. This would be fine if I wasn't pregnant. Thanks to the embezzling creep, my request for maternal leave has been temporarily denied. Turns out that finding a new replacement is a must. As the managing department stated 'the first task as the new manager of Little Celia's Ballet Studio is to choose the next lead dancer', so I have to do this before I can take care of myself and my little bun. Words cannot begin the absolut