Life.
Marriage.
Family.
These three shape our hearts, our hearts so fragile to touch.
If you marry right, you celebrate heaven on earth; but if you marry wrong, you experience hell.
At eight, I witnessed a beautiful love story, a story I longed to write.
At twelve, my once loving story turned sour, soiling my soft cheeks with constant tears.
This isn't my story, it's that of my mum; a woman who believed a virtuous wife must stay, no matter what.
My name is Adaoma, please listen to me....
PS: A beautiful dedication to you @BaabaRoyale for reaching out to me, for your numerous support in Yellow Tales, i really appreciate. Let's do this again in Stronger than Pain.
Post Edit: Hi all, I'm certain you're all good. Please I have a new story up, it's titled Mom Plus Three, a true story about my kids and I. Don't worry, it's humor and believe me, you will smile always while reading. Kindly check it out and if you do love it, leave a comment and vote too. Help spread the word as well. Thank you
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Stronger Than Pain
General FictionHighest Rank #61 Mum was struggling to breathe, her legs kicking hard as they shuffled on the floor. I pulled on dad's hands which gripped mum's neck but he was quick to nudge me with his shoulder, forcing me to stagger, hitting my head on the wall...
