Who could have thought that my grandmother would become a ritualist over the night.

I sighed as I watched Layla write down her desires and put them in the jar.

My grandmother smiled. “Good job, darling.”

Lqyla rolled her eyes. She had already been through a lot since the past few days.

Anytime my grandmother comes in the morning to wake her up, I would pretend to be asleep with my eyes slightly opened.

It was fun watching them engage in those stuff though.

“Grandmother,” I called. “After the stress you've put my wife through, if she doesn't get pregnant before the year runs out, I will have you arrested.”...