Chapter 112. Her Drunk Hold on Sanity

“Pay attention to your son, Miss Codza. He needs you.” My son’s nanny’s pleading voice sounded somewhat far from me. Audible but a bit distant. The cries of Zion calling mommy also sounded the same. All I was seeing and hearing clearly in that moment was Zaya’s laugh.

She was my first fruit. I’d pushed her out few minutes earlier. Her cries had filled the room. Then came Zion. He hadn’t made much fuss like Zaya. Zion had gone mute the moment uncle Pete held him and spoke. Zaya had stopped crying when she came in contact with me.

My heart constricted but I was fighting the tears.

My baby girl’s first laugh. Her first walk. Her first word had been “dada”. She had called uncle Pete first because while I had been thinking of killing myself, he had taken over them both. Her first tooth. First sit up. First crawl. First walk. I remembered all of them like it was yester