**re-editing and changing some parts I will slowly update the chapters I fix****
This story follows the 22~ years old Zara Nizerimana, a charming young African woman looking to find happiness for herself after losing her family in a house fire when...
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"Hurry up Zoey and finish your cereal, and where's your book bag? So I can put your lunch box in it," I said while walking around with her lunchbox.
"Okay daddy and I told you I left it in Zara's room while we did homework." She said while eating her cereal.
I knocked on Zara's door four times a little bit louder and she still didn't open the door. I noticed the door was open so I entered.
As I entered I saw Zara dead asleep and breathing loud and her body was all over the bed. She was a bad sleeper. I took a minute to watch because I couldn't believe it and I laughed as I walked out of the room.
As we got in the car I noticed a guy in an all-black outside my house getting on a motorcycle. As we passed by him I stared for a second as he drove at the same time I left my house gates.
As I pulled up to Zoey's school and said goodbye I told her how I'm picking her up for ice cream so we can talk about how she had been quiet. I can tell something was going on.
I sat outside of Zoey's school for a second to think about the men on the motorcycle. When I have a bad feeling I'm always right.
I couldn't focus at work because there is no coincidence. The guy just seem off for him to wait for me to take off just to take off at the same time as I didn't sit right with me.
I left my office to go pick up Zoey from school.
"Hey princess," I said as she got in the car while I buckle her seatbelt.
"Hey daddy," she said in a low voice, not trying to look at me.
I can tell something was bothering her. She usually talks about dance or shows me what she learns on social media kids app because she learns more from there than that expensive school I'm paying for.
The car ride to the ice cream shop was very silent, she wasn't even playing her favorite songs in the car.
We got there and ordered our ice. I got chocolate and she got strawberries with a lot of crazy topping on them.
"Hey it's just you and me now, you know you can talk to me, I don't like it when you don't talk to me you're like my best friend," I said putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Nice try daddy but Zara already told me I'm hers," she said laughing.
"What's going on," I said, taking a deep breath "Quale papà per gestirlo," I said being very serious. Speaking in Italian (You want me to handle it)
she looks up with tears coming down her face. I get a napkin to help her clean her tears.
"Okay so at school we have this mommy and me dance but my classmate was laughing at me for not having a mommy to show up to the dance." She said, wiping more tears that were coming to her face.
