Chapter 2

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     Meanwhile somewhere on the plains of Nevada, Las Vegas, lived Mrs Sarah Osborne. Mrs Sarah, Mr William ex-wife and Lanae's birth mother now lived with her rich husband Raphael Osborne.

      Sarah's lifestyle portrayed luxury and extravagance but all this was within the walls of their fairy tale themed extraordinary glass mansion in a secluded, serene area.

     The couple were so affluent and popular to the extent that a TV show was made to cover their daily lives. Every minute and every second of their lives was televised to the world. Their marriage was like an open book which Lanae was so committed to read to the very end.
     She would never miss an episode of the show. Even if they didn't have electricity at home she would go to a neighbours house to watch.

      And just like pouring water into a cup, it finally got full and started to run over. Except this was no sweet water it was as bitter as vinegar.

      One Saturday evening, Mr William prepared Lanae's favourite food, pasta, and served it to her in the cleanest and nicest plate but she was tired and she wasn't having it anymore.

      "Dad why are we so poor ?" Lanae asked. "Don't say that my love, we have enough, most importantly we have life and joy " Mr William replied.

     At the sound of that reply her anger boiled and roared like a raging storm. She emptied the content of her plate into the bin and stormed out of their small studio apartment. "Who needs joy when you can have money and fame " she said as she shut the door behind her.
           Those words sure felt like de ja vu. Same words Sarah uttered before leaving their home for good. Mr William, as shocked as a deer caught in headlight,  fell into his chair.

        His limbs were weak, his brain went numb as though he was having a mental freeze. His heart pushed against his chest and just like that the tears began to flow.

           He just sat there on his poverty stricken chair and allowed the sadness to carry him away like pieces of trash in a hurricane

      But this disaster is just about to get more tragic.

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