Think about it
Donald

" One day, she told me she was pregnant, I begged her not to abort the baby, she killed my baby without an ounce of regret. She pleaded for you not to know anything too" Uncle voice kept resounding in my head as I made my way angrily time the drawing.

Why I'm angry, I don't know but I have he right to be angry. It's a righteous anger.

How could she? They even had the guts to have sex in my house under my roof!

I brought out my phone and clicked on mum's number. She had always been my confider before I started hating her.

I locked the phone and took out my drawing pen and board instead.

Courtney is Nora!

She's Uncle Simon's girlfriend, she's a liar.

I started drawing, I looked at what I drew, it was Courtney.

I removed the paper and tore it angrily.

I replaced the paper, I got the same result again.

Anytime I tried drawing, I draw Courtney with or without thinking about her.

I stopped trying to draw and gave up. I slid down the wall with a heavy
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