Arya was looking through her tinted window. Her street had not changed that much. The wooden houses, the tarmac, children playing in front of their houses, boys seated in groups smoking and playing cards, they were admiring the posh white harrier. That kind of cars were rare in their neighborhood.
"Are you okay mum?" Millan inquired holding her shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah am fine" She said holding Millan’s arms.
It was in those neighborhood that she grew and she wanted to spend a part of her life in before leaving for the city. Her recklessness ruined it all and she had to leave. But something else made her leave her home. She had not told anyone about it even her mother did not know. Henry Jacob's, Arya’s dad was a joker in her eyes. He was not until he asked her to abort the baby. He had or
