TEARS IN MY DAUGHTER'S EYES (episode X)

The fragment of sleep I was enjoying being in my eyes when I woke up disappeared immediately. I didn't even know when I sat up looking at where she laid, then to the alarm clock beside the bed, which was 11:46am. It was unbelievable how she woke up, got herself dressed and left the house within that short period of time. And how come I didn't wake or even sensed it.

In my confused state, so many things bombarded my mind. A voice was telling me not to care or bother about her moves and play along with the divorce procedure, after all, there are so many fishes in the water. The other voice was reminding me how sweet the love Neche and I had before my jealousy and insecurity crept in. All these were happening within seconds.

In other not to keep her yelling "hello" over the phone, I responded,

"I'm here."

But before I finished saying the words, she hung up. She must have thought that the network became fussy.

As I tried to still get settled and analyse how things happened so fast within a flip of the finger, her call came in again. I didn't want to pick up immediately, but I thought it wise to pick up before she would conclude that I was avoiding her call, and that I pretended like the network was bad at first.

"Hello." I said as soon as I picked up the call.

She breathed in and out and then said,
"I'm in the lawyer's office, we are waiting for you."

My head grew bigger as her words hit my eardrums. The divorce, which I feared the most had obviously become a reality. I've lost it all no doubt, I concluded.

"Alright." I said almost out of consciousness.

The only sound I could hear was my heartbeat; and that was the only thing that differentiated me from a statue. No word even in my thought was said, I didn't believe it was happening.

Tears beclouded my eyes as they hung on my eyelashes. The scenes of my how bitter and sorrowful I would live without my wife began to play right before me. My chest was expanding and contrasting. The tears trickled down my cheek as I couldn't be strong anymore. I couldn't hold back the tears, they poured down heavily.

I cried so hard that I began to lose my strength. My sight became blur because of the tears in my eyes. I just wished she could come see me in that state, maybe then she would believe that I was truly sorry, and that the beast she used to know as her husband had become an angel.

After about ten minutes of crying hard, I was gasping for air. The urge to cry was still there but the strength wasn't. I forced myself to cry a little more but at a point, my strength failed me.

Silence reigned again in the bedroom as I tried to give myself more reasons to cry, just then, the alarm clock starting ringing, it was 12noon; the meeting time with the lawyer. I just stared at the clock as it was ringing like it fell from another planet.

Not too long after the alarm stopped, I summoned courage to put my broken self together, went into the bathroom to just wash my face so that it wouldn't be obvious that cried and  then dressed up for the meeting.

For the first time since after my marriage, I felt so empty like a loner. I was obviously. I needed not a soothsayer to tell me that I would soon become a bachelor once again. The more I tried to believe that, the more the pressure and fear to stay alone tormented me. I blamed myself for the misery befalling me. She warned me because she hated what I was doing to her, but I was blind to see that her only option off my claws was divorce.

I drove to the law office almost out of consciousness; getting my family back to shape was all up in my head.

The office plaza where the office was located was on a quiet street, more like a residential area. I knew from the invitation letter given to me that the law office was in the second floor.

My heartbeat started beating faster as I entered into the office. The atmosphere there was totally strange though I perceived the fragrance of my wife, that made my heart beat faster. I was directed to the lawyer's office before I said about five words to the secretary; she should have known the time of our meeting with the lawyer, after all she was the lawyer's secretary.

The door which led to the lawyer's office was left ajar, all I did was to push it open slowly and quietly. The lawyer was the first I saw before my wife. She was so beautiful at sight that I thought it was going to be a great relieve, then I saw my wife from behind, her shape was still intact that I fell in love with her again. As I was still admiring my wife, I was distracted by the lawyer's appealing voice;

"Good afternoon Mr. Onyebuchi."

My gaze was transferred to her who had this radiant smile on her face. I almost, within that second I saw her smile, thought it was for bedtime, but I came to the reality that we were in her office and my wife was there, so she couldn't have given me that smile to seduce me.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Ngozi Okechukwu?" I took steps closer behind my wife.

"You may have your seat." She point at a seat close to my wife.

"Oh thank you."

I hadn't settled into the chair I was given when my phone rang, it was Kamsi's proprietress. I was dumb as I furrowed my eyes staring at my phone, then I turned to my wife,

"It's Kamsi's proprietress..."

Stay tuned for Episode XI
One love 😘

WHY HE CAME

Why? Why have you chosen to be what you have become? I formed you in my image and likeness, gave you my breath and into my presence I granted you free access but you choose to stab me repeatedly with the dagger of freewill given to you by me. When I created you, I instructed you to be fruitful and multiply - as kings and queens! Not as cockroaches who spread filth over the earth.

Time and time again I have spoken to you through your fathers and the prophets but your desire for the earthly things you see have deafened your ears to the words I speak.

I have delivered you severally, even when you foolishly wandered into the traps of your enemies I have never left your side.
I am holy and expect you to be the same and that is why I made law but now sin has become a barrier between you and I.
I made a way through the sacrifice of bulls and sheep but you are still not wise enough to decipher that obedience - to me - is better than sacrifice.
I am not concerned with the blood of goats that you burn on altars but in a personal relationship with you. That is why whenever you call other things father, king or God, I can never think of calling another specie my child.
(Sighs)

I can't let this linger much longer. I can't bear to watch you roll in the mud or feed with the swine.
I can't let you continue to wear filthy rags when I have for you a garment of beauty, joy and praise.
I can't stand to see you live like a slave because I created you as royalty. I can't help it because I have loved you with an everlasting love.
Now, I have seen that you can never restore yourself to your place.
Since you can't save yourself, I'll come and do it myself. I will reduce myself to a single foetus. I will neglect my royal Godly crown to take the form of a man.

I am Christ and I am born to give you life!!!

TEARS IN MY DAUGHTER'S EYES (episode IX)

I sat down slowly in thought where I was standing. My elbows found comfort on my laps, and my palms clamped together. I thought I had seen every strange move Neche had in stock, so it got me confused the more.
In my curiosity, I put my confused self together and headed to the room. But I advised myself to be careful in case she decided to go violent. But why would she want to be violent in the first place? I asked myself.

"Why was I violent in the first place?"
I started it. But I didn't want to be stung by it: like the Igbo adage would say;

"someone who stabs another at the back doesn't allow anyone to go behind him with a knife."

I felt guilty for cheating Neche, so I made up my mind not to defend if at all she decided to be violent.

When I got to the door of our room, I took a deep breath in and out. I was ready to get injured. I even foresaw myself being rushed to the hospital in the pool of my blood.
My right hand shivered as I laid hold on the door handle. It was like I wasn't prepared to nurse such pain when I could defend and prevent the pain. What if the degree of her hit was going to be more than what I anticipated for? Then it would be to my loss. I would suffer it for the rest of my life alone, and she may move on with another man. "Prevention is better than cure" I advised myself again.-This conclusion seemed okay with me, so I summoned courage to open the door with my right hand, and then defend with my left hand.

I gently and slowly pushed the door open, every part of me was active that I could even see microscopic objects at that instance. Fear, no doubt, engulfed me as my eyes were rolling, looking at every corner of the room almost at a time. My heartbeat was faster than its normal rate that my chest was expanding and contracting, and I felt fear emitting from my eyes.
As I pushed the door open the more, I spotted her legs. Cold vibes quickly ran through my body and I responded to it. I became more careful and fearful.

Neche was already sleeping before I came in. From the look of things as I stood and watched her sleep, she'd gone deep.

"Why did that voice deceive me then? Why was I that frightened when my poor wife is sleeping innocently. I was even foolish to believe it in the first place."

Nothing mattered to me then than the peace I felt within me as I watched her sleep. The thought of violence or anything related to it flew away at that instance. My heart started readjusting to beat at its pace. After watching her for a while,  I looked up to the ceiling as if to the heavens and let out words of thanksgiving.

"Thank you Jesus."

As soon as those words escaped my lips, I thought it wise to also have a bath. I quickly got ready and stepped into the bath room.
I rushed the bath as though if I didn't, something would go wrong. Well, maybe yes,  something would go wrong. I needed not to be out of sight then, and since I wasn't there when she slept off, I should be there to watch her wake.
Within a twinkle of an eye, I was out of the bathroom drying myself up. All I wanted to see was her,  and my eyes were focused to see her even before I stepped into the room again.

Neche maintained her position, just that the skimpy gown she wore folded up her thighs a little. I felt a little kick and sweetness around my waist as I saw that. I quickly pulled my eyes away like it was a taboo to see that; who even knows if it was truly, judging from all that had transpired between us.

I creamed my body and put on my boxer, I was ready to join her in bed but I didn't want to disturb her sleep. My wish was for time to go past 12noon, so that we will both miss the appointment with the lawyer to commence our divorce procedure.
Gently and carefully, I started snuggling myself close to her and fixing her in my arms. I raised her head and made it rest on my right arm and placed her right hand on my chest. She obviously grumbled unconsciously, readjusted and held me closer to herself. I raised my brows in surprise and excitement, and immediately played into tune.

Everywhere was dead silent for about 30seconds. The only sound I was hearing was the tick of the wall clock in our room. My sight was shifted to it and I noticed it was 10:38am. I smiled and was happy that my wish would certainly become reality.
Whenever she wanted to readjust, I would cuddle her the more to entice her to go back to sleep as we crowded together. That was what I was doing until my eyes started getting weaker and before I knew it, I slept off too.

I woke up sluggishly as I tried to disjoin my eyelashes; a phone call had woken me up.

"Hello?" I mumbled out.

I was shocked to my marrows and confused when I heard Neche's voice from the other side of my phone...

Stay tuned for Episode X!!!

THE STRENGTH OF A WOMAN

Needless to argue that the woman a man has as his pillar will either make or mar him. No man or group can stand the strength of even the weakest woman, no matter her size. Most people believe this fact thinking it's because of their sex organ, but I believe it is how they were created; it's simply their distinctive feature.

A woman seems to be very weak because her tears are not far fetched in her eyes, but she is always very strong in her weakness. The more her tears, the stronger she becomes, just like how scorching the sun will become after a heavy downpour. Women are like water; they are daring, persistent, strong, focused, very intelligent, just to mention a few.

Memorable Quote of Great Women:
Margaret Thatcher – Chemist, Barrister, Politician: “Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.”

Susan Brownell Anthony: “Men – their rights and nothing more; women – their rights and nothing less.”

Yemi (Writer/Editor): Being a woman is the biggest career any human being can have. You are criticized even before attempting.

Isabella Baumfree: “You may hiss as much as you please, but women will get their rights anyway.”

Margaret Higgins: “When motherhood becomes the fruit of deep yearning, not the result of ignorance or accident, its children will become the foundation of a new race.”

But fortunately and unfortunately, most women don't know how strong there are, so they are mostly likened to be an eagle which condescends to become a hen. Some use their strength unwisely, settling for crumbs when they can have the full loaf.

A woman made Adam to eat the forbidden fruit - Eve.

A woman saved the Jews from massive death - Esther.

Only the woman in the family of Elimelech survived when they went to sojourned in the country of Moab - Naomi.

Women caused Saul with their songs to hate David - King Saul's subjects.

A woman rewrote Jacob's destiny with an advice - Rebecca.

A woman made Elijah with all this anointing to flee - Queen Jezebel.

A woman made Jesus to weep - Mary.

Jesus used a woman to get the Samaritan people - woman of Samaritan.

Jesus has only a biological mother - Mary.

Mary Edwards Walker – surgeon - crossed enemy lines to treat wounded civilians during the American Civil War.

Isabella Baumfree - escaped slavery in 1826 and was the first woman to take a white man to court to recover her child. Became a vocal supporter of women’s rights and often spoke passionately about women’s rights, abolition, prison reform and capital punishment (which she was against). She also helped recruit black men for the Union Army during the Civil War.

Mary Mitchell Slessor - stopped the killing of twins in Nigeria.

And so many others.

The strength and uniqueness of a woman can be compared to no other. Women have to constantly deal with a lot of issues emotionally, physically and spiritually yet still handle them with ease. I can tell you that the things women deal with on a daily basis are things that require divine wisdom and strength.

There is nothing a woman cannot achieve, because to be a woman is a miracle, and a gift to humanity.

Now what are you waiting for?

Don't settle for the less, it's not in your nature to fly, you soar.

Get your visions aright, activate your feminine aura,  and go achieve all the impossibilities. Yes, because it's in you, for you are a woman!

Share with every woman in your life, and trust me, the world would be a better place if every woman can be a WOMAN.

WHY HOUSE ON THE ROCK MADE IT THIS FAR

House on the Rock Church- home for all.
Founder: Pastor Paul Adefarasin

It will almost be impossible to find anyone who doesn't know or haven't heard about House on the Rock Church especially in Lagos State of Nigeria. We have seen her successes including the all time record breaker, THE EXPERIENCE!

It is one thing to have a vision, another thing is to strategize on how to bring to reality what you have seen. Just like every other church, individual, firm, group, etc, House on the Rock has her vision;

“Our vision is to be the voice of excellence, the hand of power and a bridge of hope. We believe in the power of God to change lives and value the practical application of His Word to make a difference in who we are and what we do. Believing and obeying His Word leads us in a discovery of real life and a hope for eternity. This is what the Bible teaches us, that Jesus Christ came as God’s gift to the world with a message of Good News.”

And also her mission;

“Our mission is to position the unexpected and the unlikely for the prolific move of God in the 21st Century and beyond. We are committed to ministering to your destiny; to assist you through the Word and covenant relationships to become all that God has called you to become and to do all that He has called you to do.”

House On The Rock believes in the following:

“We in the power of God’s Word to change lives and value the practical application of His Word to make a difference in who we are and what we do. Believing and obeying His message leads us in a discovery of real life and a hope for eternity. This is what the Bible teaches us, that Jesus Christ came as God’s gift to the world with a message of good news.”

Here is what you will find interesting:

The preaching style is very relatable: According to my numerous sources and findings, Pastor Paul Adefarasin, the founder, has a style that works for young people.
Unlike other churches, where the preaching is lifted directly from the Bible, the HOTR founder finds a way to use politics, economics, everyday stuff to explain the Word. One person said, " the preaching is every deep, yet relatable." Another said, "he is so real, and his preaching shows that he understands the challenges people face."

It's very interesting: All of these things, the lights, atmosphere, relatable preaching make for a very interesting experience. One person said, "It is was so interesting that I didn't sleep off. I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to."

No discrimination: Reportedly, the fact that there are a lot of wealthy worshippers makes no difference with the seating. Anyone can sit anywhere without feeling less than the other. This goes with the church's tagline, 'home for all.'

And the greatest of her achievements is the experience.
The birth of the experience has placed the church in a very high realm as it brings people all over the world within one atmosphere to experience God through worship.

With the great number in attendance and the millions of viewers worldwide during the experience, it is easier to plant the word of God in their hearts. The same strategy Jesus used during his days on earthy- gather the people together and then plant in the word in them.

Side Note: The experience is said to be the most gathered event of all time.

A JOURNEY INTO AND OUT OF ADDICTION

Whenever I see a young MAN - say in his twenties - who is hooked on smoking, I am pained greatly. Not always necessarily because of the rightness or wrongness of the act, but because I imagine how many more years he may have to be enslaved to a deadly habit. How many more years before a likely lung cancer or heart disease? How many more years before an unfortunate smoker eventually DIES YOUNG?

I grew up in  the heart of Ajegunle, Lagos; that should count for something. I saw things. I know people, even classmates, who had mental issues -sometimes permanent ones- from smoking weed and all.
I'm now in UNTH, Enugu; that too should count for something. I've seen what smoking does to people. I've seen dying patients with lung cancer on the wards regret ever putting the first stick or wrap between their lips.
I've seen people with bright prospects, like Mike (name changed), a friend and talented music producer in Enugu, who had serious psychiatric issues and was in rehab the last time we spoke.
The sad things about smoking, like many other addictions, is that one might think he has control initially, but it slowly takes hold of one and erodes sound judgement.
There are numerous other problems, including social ones, associated with smoking.

I know many want to stop, but do not know how But there is hope, there are many who have overcome it, you too can. Just be sincere and seek help. Yes, reach out for help.
You can contact me if you want to begin the journey out. I don't have all the answers, but I know people who can help.
There is hope my friend.
Grace!

Written by Mpamugo Chinedu

MY ROSE, MY THORN PART 1

Tired, tired, I really was tired
Because it was so confusing how emotions are weird
One minute there is light, the other there is darkness
This is worse than PHCN madness

Hold still, let me drive my thoughts so you can comprehend.
My dear reader, love and hate, each other complement,
One takes you to heaven,the other to hell you condescend.
Arabambi was the center of my heart, the love of my life.
Our love was more delicious than pounded yam and egusi soup,
More concrete than cement and sand,
I couldn't help thinking she would be my wife.
Life is a circus and our love made us like a lion,
Jumping through the hoop
We were invincible, unstoppable, we were lord of the rings
We flew, maneuvered through every hoop, shining like blings.
We ignored the flames, choosing to daredevil our way through seeing light in darkness,
For every challenge we found an escape route
like bread and butter,
We complemented each other.
We were like passengers on a sole mission to find another planet.
The way we were drawn to each other, it was stronger than electromagnet.

Everytime we looked at ourselves in the eye, the more we hungered to love each other.
She was the most perfect creation of God to me,
Her qualities shone like a letter of distinction,
It was her and no one else, I need no conviction.
I adored her, and I was her inspiration
but, to everything, I found out there was a limitation.
even roses had thorns, and this my rose was about to grow spikes...

Part 2 is coming out soon!!!

Written by SPARKS.

WE ALL HAVE OUR STORIES (IROH OKECHUKWU aka PensWorld)

I remember the first time I did my spoken word, it wasn't funny, yes! Not at all. Inasmuch as I was anxious and eager to minister, I still didn't want that time to come.

How would I face the crowd with about 800 or so pairs of eyes fixed at me to watch my mouth dangle, and ears to pick my every word? My heartbeat tripled its beating rate. I looked around a million times, and just then I started sweating, and the chair I sat on became too hot for me. I stood up and took a stroll to ease of the tension. Laughs.

I had received a huge blow of disappointment that morning, few minutes after I walked into the church auditorium: A guy and I were to do a duet before I would come up for my solo ministration, so we spent time rehearsing through out the night that preceded the Sunday morning; the morning I remembered.

"Mehn, I don't think I will do it anymore." He sounded so defeated.
In my inquisition to know why the sudden change, he said;

"One guy just did his now, mehn, it was a bomb. And I don't think ours would make sense as much as the guy's own. I'm so sorry." He left.

The first 10 seconds or so left me brain-washed, shattered, beaten, defeated, frustrated, speechless, and weak. I couldn't move. All I could do was just to mope at the bare wall in front of me. So many things flooded my mind at a time within those few seconds. I felt a sting emotionally that nearly brought out a tear down my eyes; I braced up to avoid that, but no doubt, cloud of tears covered my eyes.

I went back to where I was seated after encouraging myself, picking and fixing up every of my broken self. Not long after I was settled in my seat that the moderator walked up to me and asked if I was ready. I nodded my head confidently that I was. And he told me that after the motivational talk show, I will hit the atmosphere with my spoken word.
The sound of that got me scared. "what if I don't do well? What if I flop while saying it? What if something happens and they laugh at me?  What if...?" I started asking me self so many what ifs.
Thank God for the motivational talk show I forced myself to pay attention to. Like I prayed for, what they were saying was hitting and knocking down every fear and doubt I was nursing. Just at the end of the show, I breathed out the fear and doubt I had inside. I was fit again. I was filled with confidence and bravery. I started tapping my feet on the ground and folding my fist so tight like I was one king Kong. Laughs.

The sound of my name shook our eardrums after the moderator had showered so many praises on me because he had heard me do free styles of about two of my works. I took my time to walk up to the altar. As I walked, I felt like going back seriously.
I took the mic and gave a bow, and then asked for a mic stand. Silence was what I noticed. It was then something within me told me that,

"they are silent because they want to hear you speak, so give them what you got."

After setting the mic on the mic stand, I looked at almost every eyes I could see at the time I raised my head, they all indeed wanted to hear me speak. I smiled to ease the little pressure hanging within me. Then I started speaking. I let out one word at a time, making them hungrier. I saw it clearly written on their faces; the more I spoke, the hungrier they became, and the more confident I was. I knew I was gaining grounds in their heart. The atmosphere was becoming saturated with loud voices to be yelled out in applause for my ministration. I felt it, inasmuch as I didn't want to stop talking, I couldn't wait to finish my spoken word to see and hear their applauses.

And finally, I said the last words of the last sentence of my spoken word. I took about three seconds pause to look at the most eyes I could see before stepping aside and then walking back to my seat. The expected loud sound of victory erupted! It was so loud that it almost deafened me. They shouted, clapped, and some even whistled to the top of their voices and with the whole of their strength...

I smiled as I said a prayer of appreciation to God as soon as there was a contact between my buttock and the chair I sat on. That was when a tear trickled down my cheek. I was amazed how God used an unqualified guy like me to impact lives.

So many people sent their compliments, and so many other stopped me along the road days later to tell me how blessed they were listening to my spoken word. For the first time in my life, I had a taste of how it feels to be a celebrity. Smiles.

The peak of it all was when the General Overseer sent for me. It was just a confirmation that I carry within me, words nations across the world long to hear. It's all to the glory of God.
I've had testimonies of how blessed people are when they listen to my spoken words, and I'm sure you will also when you listen to any of them.

We all have our stories, this is mine for my spoken word career.

To listen to some of my spoken words, or invite me to come minister in your church, event or program, call or whatsapp this number 07031170466.

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TEARS IN MY DAUGHTER'S EYES (episode VIII)

We are so sorry for the long delay in posting this episode, it was due to some technical issues. Thanks for your patience and understanding. One love. PensWorld cares.
So now, let's get down to the interesting story.

We kissed for about a minute before our heads started swerving faster to the left and right, up and down. We held each other closer and wanted more of each other, but then she pulled her lips away, making my lips vibrate in pleasure.

I looked at her within the frames of my eye as I tried lazily to separate my eye lashes from hugging themselves. Obviously, I knew I have really had very boring months in my archive without these pleasures.

"I'm hungry." were the words which escaped her mouth.

She dropped to the bed just behind her and pulled herself along to one edge of our large bed. I noticed that she tried as much as possible not to look at me as her head rested on one of the pillows on the bed. I waved off every reason for her action almost immediately it wanted to get me thinking, because I was one hell of an analytic being. And from all indications, it was the cause of the hell I found myself in. If I hadn't analyzed foolishly why she quit her job, I would have saved myself all the stress.

I flew down to the kitchen almost at the flip of the finger. My head was blank as I entered, something within told me this morning would be perfect to end all the wars in my home. I had to man up and bridge every space and gap I created.

Everywhere, as usual, was stocked with food stuffs, but that morning wasn't a time for long protocols. Something quick but sumptuous was all I wanted to prepare for her before she changed her mind about the whole food stuff.
I thought it wise to prepare egg sauce, bread and tea for her. Within a split second, I was at it. I sliced the tomatoes, pepper and onion. Everything was getting ready all at a time because I tried to do almost everything at a time. Sooner than expected, I was done. I let out large quantity of extruded air out of my nostrils after setting her breakfast on a tray to ease myself of the pressure that enveloped me as I prepared the meal.

I pushed open the entrance door of our room quietly because I guessed she would have dosed off, and I didn't want to disturb her. My left hand clung to the tray which bore her breakfast while I pushed the door open with my right hand. Just like I predicted, she was asleep already. I felt a little bit relieved that I had time to get everything all set.

I caressed her hair romantically until she opened her eyes slowly. As she was still getting her eyes opened, I painted a kiss on her forehead and told her that her food was ready.

"Do I have to go downstairs?" She stretched and yawned amidst her question.

"No, not at all. It's right here."

I helped her sit up at the edge of the bed. I pulled the stool which bore the weight of the tray of food closer, and removed the covers of the plates and cups.

Neche looked pale as she watched me serve her. Soon after that, it was my turn to watch her as she ate. She took her time to eat, it was even as if her mouth was not strong enough to hold the food in it. It wasn't long when she started eating that she said she was done and needed to take a bath. I got uncomfortable because Neche I knew would finish what were in the plate and even demand for more. I wanted to say something, but on the second thought, I knew what I was going to say would be a question, and I was being to careful not to infuriate or oppose her, so I kept mute.

I started eating the left over food as she lazily walked into the bathroom. Water splashed on the floor almost immediately she closed the door. She released a soft moan as the water splashed.

"Do you need me to do anything for you after now?"

She probably stopped the activity she was engaged in at the sound of my voice, and spat out some foams of soap.

"What did you say?" She asked.

I repeated the question.

"No." Her response sounded like she needed no disturbance.

I folded the sides of my mouth and raised my brows in disappointment as I took the tray of dirty dishes downstairs.

I washed the dishes soberly. But as I washed the plates, all I had in mind were thoughts on how to make her happy once again and most importantly forget about the divorce. I started envisioning how amazing it would feel when we are whole again as a family.
A whistling bird brought me back to reality. My smile broadened across my face as I closed my eyes to feel my fantasy.

I spent more time than I should in the kitchen washing the dishes. But I rushed up everything I was to do there as soon as I came back from my fantasy world.

As I climbed up the staircase to go join my wife in the bedroom, I felt a sting which made me to pause, and then I felt something which told me to expect another strange and unpredictable move from Neche. Fear griped me that I found it hard and at the same time, scary to take any further step up the stair...

Stay tuned for the episode IX!
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