The heir's woman

n place and Regee's mum called to

and has not really been of sound

nd think with just Regee's kind of

ffortlessly reveals at

ed auditions and she in turned promis

erited by her husband and she sa

omising Mrs Peterson that sh

e having fo

asked y

a fine ass young man with chiselled a

djusting her flow

nk I'l

said s

t like d

evealing her

u're in your mid twenti

o

d heaving

ice in life growing u

nching a key

g you for shopping and you'll definitely have a

punching

my Sally

giving Sa

and eggs for br

disentangl

ts of bla

ile Sally went

s are paid by Sally, i

e's plight and doesn't p

ming up in few days time and

as it was perceived as the

the fact that she didn't get to

ir status. It wasn't expected that

nly believe she can achieve when she ch

s peak when they could just do

remember her mot

ndly. It was like a passing of a guiding light, He was a sheltering presenc

a wave of grief that felt overwhelming. The pain from her mum's tears t

17th December, duri

um had to rush him to the hosp

t me for some reasons I could hear the chirping sound of

table, the cereals didn't taste good anymore mu

e truck, she was singing old hymns in tears, my

as, there were lights but they looked dark like a heavy blanket tha

painful dagger that pierced, for the first time in my

its was like pa's mournful cry was

sobs and Pa's moan were stings a bitter chill

sentinels, their branches etched against

afening.the only sound outside the truck was the soft crunch of snow u

moon hung low in the sky, a silver crescent that

scenerios would have been without the pr

elvet expanse, a celestial reminder of the beauty and wo

in the midst of the cold and the darkness, there was a strange and haunting beauty, a reminder that even in the most desolate

-9-9

numbers again, but this t

t mind the Rickety sou

ere at th

dad, the sight of the blood that oozed out

hot on t

o request for a deposi

89 dollars and my father w

eft t

g like rain upon his pale skin. Her sobs were raw and anguished, I had never seen

to be puring out torrent of grief, as if the v

now

id wai

the spark from his eyes dimmed by the cruel hand of fate. His chest rose and f

is last mutteri

cess the lost of her father yet, it only d

P

s Peterson clutching h

n her world

.......

fast i

awakening Regee