December 1986
Ezra comes rushing out of their Shared bedroom with a Bag filled, almost overflowing. Azariah stands up from her rocking chair with their newborn baby sleeping in her arms. "Honey what's going on? Why are you freaking out so much?" Azariah said with a concerned Tone, her expression changing as quick as the seasons. "I must go, I'm sorry Dear" Ezra says with a gentle tone, looking down at his bag in shame. "But I shall not tell you where I go, or how I shall get there" he continues, picking up a apple from the counter. "Why not? You can't leave me here Ezra!" Azariah said now taking the baby to the nursery. She set down the baby, and she walks back to The kitchen. Starting to get nervous. "Why must you go?" Azariah started to get quieter and quieter. "It's for work, I'll be back one day my love" Ezra starts. Starting to slowly head for the door. Grabbing his coat and throwing it over his shoulders, dropping his bag beforehand. "It's very Urgent" Ezra Picks up his bag again, looking at Azariah with sorrow in his eyes. "No no please! You can't!" Azariah Comes rushing to Ezra, holding his hand tightly. "You can't go" she started to whisper softly. "You can't..." she says with plead in her voice, Her throat starts to hurt, Holding back the tears. Starting to choke up. "I don't know how I could go on without you". Ezra didn't listen, "I HAVE to go!" he Exclaimed. Azariah Gasped. Keeping her hands to her sides, moving away from Ezra. "I..." she started. "I can't believe you, you're leaving after everything!" Azariah shouted with hopeless Care. Ezra glared at Azariah, and he opens the door, leaving. Slamming the door behind him. Azariah stumbled back against the kitchen counter and she started to cry.
July 1987
Azariah was a caramel women with A crazy blonde-ish Afro, Green eyes that sparkled like water in a lake on a summer day. She was cooking in the kitchen as she got a knock at the door. She sighed and wiped her hands with a cloth. "Coming!" She walks to the door. "Yes? Hello?" She says, but there's nobody there. Except a Box with a red Note on top. "Hm..." she said, questioning the mysterious Box. She bends down and picks up the box, turning and closing the door behind her. Setting the box on the counter and going back to cooking. The box starts to make Mysterious noises but she plays it off as her mind. After finishing dinner she goes to check on her now one year old baby. Daliah.
Daliah was a Small Baby, Blond hair with the eyes of her father, Dark and Mysterious. It was weird for Azariah to look at Daliah and think of her Ex-Husband but it was how things were. Daliah was Hungry and was fussing, Azariah picked Daliah up, and took her to the kitchen. "Whatcha want Darling?" Said Azariah in the sweet mom voice as she put Daliah in her high chair turning to open the cabinet For baby food. "gah!!" Yelled Daliah, with a high pitched voice. "Peaches and cherries it is" Azariah said, giggling. She got a Baby spoon from the Drawer and fed Daliah. Daliah letting out Random "mmhmm.."'s or "ooh-oo"'s.
