“Deborah! Deborah!! ” 

I stood up from the bed grumbling under my breath. Why will dad be waking me up so early in the morning!. Oh! I hate this! I wish I was at Michael's place where everyone treats me like a queen.

The door opened and closed as dad ventured into my room with his hands in his pocket. I stood up and walked to go meet him in the sitting room where he was seated on a couch.

“ Good morning Dad! “ I greeted him as I pulled my bathrobe closer to cover my protruding stomach.....

“ How are you?” Dad answered as he crossed his legs...