Broken Addiction

g. From the way she glared at the door, you could tell she was cursing whoever it was that was knocking on the door under her breath. Taking few minutes

ownstairs dear" M

oo early for calls!" she groaned, leavin

her room. They discussed on their way downstairs, and behold, her mother was standing with a cake coated in blue color with her father beside her. The

ng close to her daughter. Grace let out a

day was the birthday I was thinking of, do you think al

at, things are not as easy and free as you think. Very soon you'll start associa

nd if not careful, it is playing a bad role in my mental health. I just pray none of us regrets this decision" she said leaving the

he knew that their thoughts were good, but the actions towards the thought was a bad one. Who was she to counter their decision? She was only a mere house help. Carrying the huge cake with a candle on it, she headed for Grace's room. So many thoughts rai

nce. The room was a big one. Having nothing to do, to walk to and fro inside the room was the best plan. Los

tea, bread and omelet on the dining table inside her room. As a compliment, Grace smiled, urging Mar

ilence in the environment was indeed a great one. The type you felt in the dark. Like one who walked into a cemetery. Soon, she felt bored again, and was back to her usual activ