Bewedded, Not Beloved

nd all of her doctors took it as a temporary illness. She didn't have any symptoms or had any accidents in the

cause was her therapist. The therapist believed that

aizah was happy with the fact that her parents were not paying too much attention to her. Layla was always told by her parents how to act, how to walk, how to sit, how to eat, and how to breathe. Yes, how to br

ard about her parents' death, Her brain tricked her into believing that she was also in t

allocated whatever was left to "normalize" her system, dismissing everything else since it would consider it

es of alterations that can cause damage to several of her processes, parts of her body

she breathed a huge sigh of relief. At

like attachment interventions, AEDP, mindfulness, Narrative therapy

t help, t

. Everything was exhausting and heartbreaking for Maizah an

Some villagers still haven't gotten over the fact that a mysterious kid killed the Igwe couple, and no one was arrested for their death. Nothing was done. Everyone just c

hing wrong with that. Some were curious how was a 'woman' able to run a business. There had been speculation and murmurs about how Masara killed the couple to inherit

people to pay attention to them or to be famous to validate their self-worth. They don't know how to form genuine friendships or improve themselves as individuals, and they don't have goals either. Their whole exis

the class. The police said that might be the reason since she didn't talk to anyone that day

d to flooding, which washed away soil nutrients and damaged all of the crops. Masara's business we

if they did, they looked so dead. There wasn't any shine in her eyes when she smiled. It was like a plastic doll, eye

rself from others and fumbling for her words. It was as if she was afraid to utter a wo

ist or aunt much anymore. She didn't dream her dreams anymore. She dreamed of being lik

bbies anymore. Nothing mattered because she felt hopeless. And the shi

the sight of her niece; she used to be a chubby little girl, but now she was a skeleton look-alike. Her niece was lying on t

re's nothing else she can do; she doesn't even know how to help the one and only person she's left with. She doesn't know what words to use;

go." Her voice was soft, almost fragile, as if she and her hear

to find the bedroom bench, which is usually next to the bed, but somehow, it was hidden by a massive pile of tiss

e's nothing I'm going to do outside except sit in the sun. My whole family is gone. I'm paralyzed. I'm already left behind in school, and t

elped out and averted. But I ask you to be again brave, my little dove, be positive, be strong, and fight for yourself; I am sure your parents and sister all wanted and expected this from you. Fulfill their wishes and dreams!" As Masara spoke, her voice started sharp, but then, she broke down, and before Maizah knew it, Masara was on the verge of tears, try

she could see her shoulders shaking as she silently cried. Maizah just wanted to rise from the bed and slowly crawl down next

, "If you're listening up there, please help us. If you're busy, just send one of your angels,