That darkest night

at she had discussed with Mom and Dad, and she was even missing home already. She would visit them, and discuss with them about how things were going. The old people were alre

single thing. Ed was always making her remember Tim. Tim was also a gentle soul, caring for her and everything that had to do with her. All, meant her family, her wellness

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ng with her younger sister, Loretta. It was a pretty dress, and she was feeling good that she had bought it. It really fitted well on her, along with her long, wavy auburn hair flowing down her shoulders. She smiled to herself a

d gold stilletos from the shoe rack. Brenda laughed. "It was just the same for me, Michelle. Worse, I think. You know, I was a very young lady then." she said, half-laughing. "If you were a young lady at age twenty-one, then what am I? Old?" Michelle teased as she wore on her wristwatch. "No. You're not old. In my case, we're talking about five years ago. That sounded quite ridiculous to many- becoming a wife and mother at the young age of twenty-one." Brenda answered, sittin

saw Tim up front, waiting for her by the altar, a broad smile on his face. She was also wearing a radiant smile, that came all the way from her heart. She wasn't really attentive, as her father walked her down to the aisle.

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When things had been rosy, the vows remained strong. But when Tim came under pressure, he broke the vow without thinking of it well. She had relived that horrible night a lot of times in her mind. She was always wishing that she had stayed calm. Tim would still be with her, and things would still be fine. Without him, life was seeming quite difficult. She had been determined t

other others about how she was feeling, so she kept them bottled up. She had a friend, Laurentina, but the woman was a very busy, career woman, so they rarely had time to talk. Laurentina had no children, and Michelle was sure that Laura would never understand if she talked about how bad her own children were. The boy that Laurentina adopted was still a young boy of age seven, and had a nanny taking care

d impact on her. The impact bubbling in her would wear off once she got home to her children. Just be sure that they had done something wrong. That wasn't the issue, anyway. Her discussion with Laurentina always brought the dead parts of her life alive, only for them to be slaughtered by either Melinda, Andrew or Jason. Her kids were usually killing her morale. Now, she had no morale. No direction. That didn't matter to her children. Once she was able to satisfy their needs w

she felt really detached when she moved to Pierre Hills. Back then, she had thought it would be helpful to leave where she knew very well, and go to another place for

iar scent of Bax City was still there. And the class of well-to-do people that lived in Wentidl too. The tall, large trees lining the roads, and luxurious houses made the area very unique. The fresh air blew into the car, that she didn't have to put on the air-conditioner. The car sped into the Highway 12, and burst out at Brye Lane. Wow, she thought as she sighted a double detached house with enough space

nter. She went in and sat on the sofa, feeling at home. "So, my daughter, would you love to have some doughnuts...or cupcakes." Michelle smiled. "I guess I would love some cupcakes". As her mother headed up the stairs, she had to ask for dad, she thought. "Mom, what about dad? Is he home?" She inquired, changing the television station to another. Mom looked back. "He is having a nap

hirteen and Jason is ten." she answered with a slight smile. "Wow!" Dad exclaimed. Michelle sighted Mom coming from the kitchen, holding a bowl full if cupcakes and a jug of orange juice. Michelle, Mom and Dad began eating cupcakes, and continued talking. "Daughter, did you come to visit your friends?" Mom asked as she sipped some orange juice. "Mmm...I came to pick Rose. You kno

e forget her sorrows. It was a reliving of the days when

e planted by the side of the house. She entered her car, and her Mom and Dad budded her safe journey. She ignited the engine of the car and shifted the gear to reverse. Then, she sped off. After driving for about an hour and half, she got to her mother-in-law's. She sighted th

Michelle ignored that remark and went on to hug her mother-in-law. "I cane here to visit you...and to pick Rose up." She said as she hugged the old woman. "Okay. What of my lovely grandchildren?" Stella Benson asked, patting Michelle's back. "They're fine. We are all doing good." Michelle answered, a smile plastered to her face. In real fact, she was

heart skip a beat. "No, ma'am. I've not seen a sight of him since then."

lle ran a finger through her hair. "When life throws you face down into the dirt, get up immediately and dust yourself up." Stella Benson gave her a piece of advice. Michelle didn't even know whether she was face down, side or back on the dirt that life had thrown her into. All she knew was that she was inside the dirt. Big time. Just then, Ros

e was to be a relief. S