by Etoh Chinemere Collins
Disturbed by the turn of events, I started to cry without even knowing it. It took the ever gory and
amebo watching eyes of Deborah to notice I had gone so soft and that tears had began dripping
from my eyes so fast like a water fall.
“What is wrong with you victor?” she had asked after she had exhausted the moments of bewildered
looks she was playing out on me. “Are you still going to sit here cuddling that innocent pillow all
because you feel cheated?”
