Forgone Conclusion

Forgone Conclusion

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Meet Helen a girl who struggled through life, not knowing she is from a wealthy family. Find out how she finds her real Family through friendship that led to marriage.

Chapter 1 Prologue

Thank God for a beautiful day like today, when I can carry my own kids. It was a dream come through, because we didn't know that God will one day surprise us with a twin (a boy and a girl) after three years of our marriage.

We had everything we needed, money, love, cars and house. But something was lacking kids and this made our home incomplete.

Long before today, we hardly interact with people irrespective of the fact that we are very wealthy, this is all because we had no children to call ours. Today is truly one of the happiest day in my entire life and now i can boldly say "I am a father" said Alexander. We named our baby girl Helen and our baby boy Albert.

Days passed to weeks, weeks to months and months into years. My kids are now 2 years, so we decided to register them in a daycare center since we were two busy bees who valued our work but not more than our kids this time. I am a philanthropist while Emily my wife works in a company as a secretary.

"Alex, let's employ a babysitter who will take care of our kids while we are at work" said Emily. We argued on that because I didn't like the idea of employing a babysitter. After lots of argument, we employed Caroline as the babysitter.

Caroline was a hard working babysitter who valued her Job and took good care of our kids. She takes them to school in the morning and brings them back in the afternoon.

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