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Sounds of crying can be heard from inside the room, With mixed feelings Max get up from the chair to go tend to the baby in the room that just started crying. Could her life get any worse, her parents just disowned her, leaving her to tend for herself, she decides to stay with her grandmother who also dies on the day she gives birth. ”What in the world is wrong with that child” muttered Max as she walks into the room, she looks her daughter who is wailing on the bed, she begins to remember how her life got this messed up in less than a year.
**Flashback.**
*January 1998*
With unending smiles as both Cain and Max are seen walking together out of the house,it wasn't their first and surely wasn't going to be their last.
Meet Cain and Max , Cain a graduating student of engineering and Max a young girl in her prime.
It's a beautiful evening with the sunsetting in the early month of January, Max is on her way back from classes when suddenly she gets hit by a football being play across the street.
"Hey watch the direction you are kicking your ball to," came a calm voice from the young girl who had just been hit by the ball across the street,Cain rushes over to get the ball when he meet the young girl hit by it , stunned by her beauty he throws the ball back to his teammates and takes am excuse to leave the match.
"Wow!" was the first word that came out of his mouth as he approached her, could he be mistaken it looked like her, no! it is her he said to himself. "Please excuse me," she slowed down a bit to see the stranger that approached her, "yes how may I help you," she answers Cain mustered the courage to talk as he replied, "sorry on behalf of the team, that our football hit you it wasn't intentional." "That's not a problem," she replied about to take her leave when he starts to pick a conversation. "Where are you headed to maybe I could escort you a bit, who knows it could be my direction." "Oh trying to be a gentleman I see well headed to Brock's lane if you don't mind." "Sure after you. By the way am Cain and you are" 'as he extends a handshake' "Maxwella but you can call me Max and I'll be on my way now, I need no knight in shining armor." "If you say so then but maybe next time I'll be that knight in shining armor bye for now ."
Max takes her leave headed for home. She begins to day dream about Cain his hair as dark as the moonless night, such smoothness from the way he talked,his eyes were brown how she wished he escorts her home, his body had hairs all over like a foreigner , she couldn't help but to take a look at his walking step, he walked like a knight truly, those masculine fitness could be put into some good use.
Cain wandering to himself could this day get any better he just hoped to meet her again,her eyes like a princess only seen on TV, her lips were red and wet, to add it all up, she had a shape for princesses.
"Can't wait to see you again." He tells himself as he walks back to his teammates,
"Hey , where you leave to," "just had a walk I guess, am done for the day see you guy's later."
"I certainly hope she comes around again."
Meanwhile, "what is keeping her so long outside she should be back from class by now, Ojo ," came a loud voice from inside the house, "go check what's keeping your sister outside for so long," "ok ma." replied Ojo.
Just as he was about to open the gate came Max, "oh I was just on my way to call you, mum needs your services in the house," "and what have you been doing young man," she answers him, "well, I've been doing a lot actually, namely, sleeping, eating, sleeping," "you must be joking." as she pursues him in to the house, "you can't catch me brags Ojo as he speeds in to his room and locks the door."
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