Issahil

Williams Bradt was the nicest man I’d ever met. Compassionate and nice, he was in short a father figure to me. He had taken me in without delay after Tom had dropped me at his house that fateful day, months ago. Through my third trimester, he’d been there to walk the floor with me. Comforted me during my grumpy and frustrated days. Even when I was due to have my Erlind, he’d been there. And he was still there, which was why I was able to have time to be a mother and a nursing student. He'd enrolled me in one after I had informed him of my interest...