Sixty five

The night was windy and cold too. Tricia, kept turning about in her bed unable to sleep. She had wet her pillows with tears of course, she had lost and has better start seeking ways to mend her life. She have to take a choice of making her life and that of her brother better,or they will return back to the streets where they came from.

She rose from the bed about to go out and recieve some natural breeze it wasn't like the AC in the room wasn't working so well. She just felt so hot and uncomfortable as she was going, she bumped into Ann, who stared at her meaningfully.

“What is the problem Ann, I have been hearing you sobs from the kitchen are you alright?”

She asked in so much concern.

“I am not the only one in this house, how did you detect it was my sob, I'm fine. Don't bother.”

She replied her as she already dried up the tears from her eyes.

“Where are you going?”

“Outside. I want to fill my eyes.”

She responded with a heavy heart as she walk past Ann, who have nothing to say an