It was 12 noon but I couldn't get out of bed, which was unlike me.

The pain was back, as fresh as the first day he broke up with me.

It felt as if my body was glued to the bed because I had no intentions of getting up.

I was shattered inside out. I was hungry but at the same time not hungry. I knew I should be taking good care if myself and eating properly because of the baby now growing inside of me but I just couldn't bring myself to do anything.

I guess I needed that maid after all.

The door bell echoed in my room...