Love is admitting you have a crush:

Clinton sat on his chair the day before Monday, he was in deep thought, and he felt as though he wasn’t doing something right. His ex-wife was supposed to have arrived by now, to help him plan the birthday of their son, but she hadn’t he knew the amount of time he had spent on motivating his self esteem to come alive, yet she hadn’t made any appearance yet, it irked him.

“daddy isn’t mummy coming again, Mr. Martins told me he wasn’t coming, because you told him mummy was coming to see me today” Clinton felt bad for his boy, he could...