daughters because they wo

on for me, and hopefully, others,

ting yourself and your health for. I exercise self-love to respect myself and to ho

g love, and finally confronting love, I've understood something profound about self-love. I've acknowledged tha

are all a product of my inner voice. The nicer I am to myself, the more I surround

ew I had to go back to school and I needed money to do that. I sighed again and wished I would just stop thinking about these things. Tears formed in my eyes, I wished life was easier for me. But I dabbed my eyes with my small handkerchief, I was hopeful things would get better with me, I just had to work ha

d took the tiny pedestrian lane to avoid barging into the car. The cars were nearing me and I was getting so nervous. I felt so uncomfortable, I walked faster but it was too late because one of the cars caught up wit

lips. "Who is your boss and why does he want to see me?" I queried. "You don't have to know the boss before you com

the one in the middle. The fourth red sports range. Kindly go see him." He said in an authoritative voice. I clasped my hands and shook my head, he must be sick to think that I would listen to him and his lame boss. I walked down but they took me off guard, the cars made a circle all over me. The pedestria

ed me before. So, I was able to have a proper view of him. He had a black business suit on, I could make out his eyes from the transparent glasses he had on, they were

ve been struggling for a road to pass through. The bodyguards immediately rolled out of the cars to have a look at what just happened. They headed toward the car and I moved away from them. "A man just hit our car. Should we

. I rushed in and hurriedly locked the doors and put the bolts through. I would blame myself because I shouldn't have waited that long to avoid these people. I felt like thieves were chasing me. After all, it's a normal thing in this ghetto. I closed all the windows to make sure all was safe and fetched water to drink to calm

I did such a thing. I hissed at myself and sat back on the bed. To think of the fact that one of his cars was hit because he was talking to me. I should have waited and listened to what he had to say. However, he was gawking at my body, and I wasn't cool with that. I defended it by snubbing him. Yet, the regret crept into me a

nd not someone I know. Even at that, as in assuming he is not a stranger, I should not tolerate being rude. Finally, I can be easily carried away by some fancy r

nally chose and carted out all my actual needs after payment. Coupled with the funny scene that followed my day and chased me indoors, the time has already gone. I freshened up, relaxed, r

today. Unknown tears are forming in my eyes. I stood up from the bed

uld not suffer this much, they are the best parents I had, they n

ng my parents photo.