Regina Kang, first born of Mr. and Mrs. Gabriella Kang, marital status married to a handsome every perfect dream man, good looks, good job, stable salary, and most importantly a man with the exquisite bed room skills a master of the weaponry between his legs. A product of these summed up attributes, an eventual rain of four kids, two girls two boys each inherited their father’s handsomeness and their mother’s skin color and beauty. Well educated and with even better IQ than their parents each managed to secure a good job in various prestigious company’s in and out of the country each indulged in different fields of work from machinery to farming. At 50, Regina graduated from a mother of four children to a grandmother of three handsome puffy bundles of joy courtesy of her second daughter which in turn recreated the joy and ecstasy of the family tree. Gabriella Kang from parents, to grand parents and now great grandparents. Even though Regina’s second daughter had conceived and was married off earlier than her first she felt slightly disappointed in her first daughter since it was unspoken tradition that the first daughter be first to bear the first grand child of the family but her younger sister surpassed her. So, after hard work and persistence of continuous urge and zeal to pressure her first daughter to get married and even more importantly bear her grand kids, a year and half after her younger sister had given birth she too got married to an even handsome, more successful husband than her sister’s though weaker skilled with the much lesser weaker bazooka between his legs. Before the end of that year, she had conceived and by July she gave birth to identical twins, finally…the family was complete both daughters of Regina were now mothers and she was the grandmother to not three but now five grand kids.
There was a catch to this family tree, just like Regina’s two daughters one older than the other it reflected itself in the marriage life of Gabriella, yes Regina was the first born but she had a younger sister, way more successful in both wealth and community rank, Elizabeth Kang. Unlike her less literate sister, Elizabeth was the book worm of the two sisters, she endeavored her life in limitless abundant knowledge where she was fiery to know just what she did not know yet. So, when her sister was entering the marriage life she was in deep relationship with books, libraries and anything that added her skills. In fact, by the time she was married her sister had given birth to two sons and one daughter, but fortunate for her she had literacy as her weapon so despite her more successful husband she was able to survive in the cruel world if ever he would turn his back on her, unlike her elder sister who put her whole dedication to her husband and if he ever filed a divorce her life was literally squashed and crumbled to a crisp. Following the steps of her elder sister she was as reproductive and soon enough she conceived and a year later she gave birth to her first born. But by this time Regina had now four kids while she had one, so in the family hierarchy and by tradition perspective her opinion was to be considered of least effect but according to the modern world she was more educated and more successful even more than her sister’s daughters and using her money to rebuild her parent’s home to a modern technologically advanced structure she earned her place on the family table. In turn when it came to family matters concerning finance, she was the one addressed to by both the people and community but matters tradition her sister was the one approached. Still amidst her prestigious position in her family and the community the rumors lingered in the air, flickered in the wind, whispers behind closed doors and in open markets…its her daughter… “Has her daughter bore the seed like that of her aunt’s?”, this filled the hearts of all those encaged by the tradition bonds, yes, she had money but she lacked the dignity that her sister possessed.Why the obsession? The continuous nagging on almost every encounter with her daughter? why that fiery urge to be at the same level with her sister… from conception and her first glance of the cruel world the face she recalls apart from her mother’s is her sister’s and it wasn’t plastered with the joyful smile like her mother’s but instead… a frown that still sticks on her memory an indication she may be her sister but a young inadequate inferior being no mater what she does. So, as they grew up Reginna made her superiority clear from bullying her in home duties and the serving of food she made sure Eliz got the lesser meaty part and more bones while the rest got the juicy tantalizing fats. So, Eliz fought the psychological and mental battle to gain the dignity and respect her sister so much disgraces, thus that fiery urge to outsmart her education wise a sector she was way more gifted than her sister. But still this battle and goal to prove her point that she too was a sister with her place still she nears to push her sister to the edge and make her give in and say the words she so eagerly wishes, but not yet one thing stops this dream from coming true. Her daughter, her pestering stubborn daughter, sometimes she rues her ignorance and stubbornness she too had when she was still a child because this attribute was passed down to her daughter and this time it was ten-fold what she was. Guess this attribute proves even before a DNA test that she really was her daughter.David Taa, a well know esteemed CEO of the Taa Car Assembling Limited a company renewed for assembling cars from different parts to create the million worth cars so often printed on magazines and displayed on many phone wallpapers. So, with money and communal recognition checked on her checklist, Eliz went on to learn on his background. A respected famous inventor back in the day making crazy inventions from spare motors and malleable steel bars, a talent that made him compete in the National Science Fair Contest (NSFC) where he did the impossible and invented an artificial modern-day submarine with all capabilities of a modern submarine except his had an added advantage it could move backwards like in reverse just like a car a feature no submarine has yet to discover. So, at this point her invention career was cemented and since then he worked to own a company that deals with international parts, and the only company with enough capital to re assemble and sell it to millionaires’ ad wealthy governors. Hardworking traits check! Eliz marked as he went on to analyze the other also important part all men, successful men should possess. Brown skin, well placed teeth always white, a smile that melted the hearts of all women, an average nose well placed just some mm from his upper lip, average pearl eyes with brown pupils, nice kept eye brows and sexy eyelashes, ever short well-kept hair and average ears, a masculine physique and around 7.5 feet tall, a height most romantic men are blessed with- though not scientifically proven but according to World Sexy Magazine-he was perfect. Having checked the last thing on her confirmation list she was now glad, finally she will gain the respect she so dreamt off, she saw her dream of her sister kneeling in embarrassment confessing her respect to her. If her daughter won’t get herself a husband then she will.Related Chapters
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