Three months after dad's death, I was already a shadow of myself. The only thing that kept me alive was the joy of becoming a mother soon.
I barely go out. I don't dress up or do anything worthwhile, except to sleep, eat, and cry all-day.
Lizzy came to sympathize with me but I didn't allow her in. I heard her telling aunt Susana that my attention was needed in the company.
I watched Lizzy from downstairs and I realized she had a baby bump too. It was not as little as mine.
I couldn't believe my eyes and I thought about the possibility of dad having a child with his secretary. A posthumous son or girl.
Aunt Susana didn't inform me of what Lizzy said to her and the next day, she got dressed and went to work. She began to go to the company daily. That was when I realized the
