§§Chapter 11§§

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Today is Sunday and I tried. Woke up, dressed up, came out, greeted Helen and she was making breakfast. Sadly, I just breathed. We all ate and got into that rusty old car and we were on our way to church. Service was something else. First Worker's Prayer by 7:45 am then Sunday school, opening prayer and the rest of the service at CPM, Liongate 8 miles branch, Calabar. My church is somehow dramatic but if we take into consideration what fake Christians do in church then we won't be Christians at all.
Today, I decided to focus on God and it was beneficial to me. I felt lighter in church I felt freer. But we spent considerable time after church Helen being a worker. After church we went home and I just sat on my bed and breathed. Then I fell on my bed and dozed off. After some good hours of sleep I yawned, stretched and went to freshen up then I came out to eat.

Since Gabriel left this house had been weird. The kids prefer their room and Helen doesn't seem to mind. I guess it's because she's in a sad world of her own.
Since she was the only one in the dining. I greeted. She shook. "You scared me" "I'm sorry" she turned to drop her cup in the sink. While I sat to eat my cold fruit salad. She turned to leave when I got a call from Sergeant Aura.

My jaw dropped "What happened??" Helen asked. I heard her but my brain was in spirals. I knew that after the incident mom had travelled to Abuja to see the President. But what I didn't know was that she got shot on thearm badly. Luckily the situation was arrested on time and things didn't go out of hand. I breathed

"Her operation was successful and she will be on her way back to Calabar as soon as possible. I wasn't instructed to but I just felt like you should know" "Thank you Corporal Juanita Xingling I really appreciate it" I breathed. So she was on her way back to Calabar to get her things and return to Korea. I felt heartbroken. I, for a moment there, I thought, I had lost my mom. But then again, I would lose her to my foolishness. But I wanted to see her. Corporal Juanita Xingling had said shewould inform me when I could come (which was weird considering she had never contacted me before). So I really hoped things would be fine. I sighed and breathed.

Helen rubbed my shoulders and gave me a smile, as if to say everything is going to be alright. So I naturally, I didn't actually want to stress much on it. At least not now. I decided to breathe and see how everything would go. God please help your child. I added more Peak Milk to my fruit salad and continued eating.

The rest of my Sunday I spent it watching Nigerian movies. I watched 'Mannerless', 'A Father's Love' and'Treasure In The Sky' and a few more after chatting extensively on WhatsApp. Then I washed the dishes, vacuumed and went to bed. I tossed and turned till sleep took me.

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✓✓✓ Major General Mi-young's POV
Even though I wasn't religious I was grateful that I was alive as I sat on my seat awaiting the plane to take off. I was going back to Calabar to get my things and return to Korea. I sighed deeply as I placed a call through
"Angel"
"You have guts Loppa moxie even."
"I am so so sorry"
"I can't believe you abandoned your child. Our child. Are you for real??"
"I can't explain but you know me. Me and parenting don't get along"
I sighed
"Go to hell"
I threw away the phone and buckled my seat belt. Then I looked at Alex
"Let's go"
He nodded as we prepared to take off.
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✓✓✓ Shin-nae Nae's POV
I had just said my prayers and was making a new batch of my cream
(So basically I mixed Vaseline with tumeric and covered it.
Then I submerged the container in steaming hot water for about 30 minutes.Then I took it out, opened it and mixed it again then I covered it and kept it to sit.) when I remembered something. Corporal Juanita Xingling had called me yesterday to say that they had safely reached calabar. (I thanked God.) She had told me that I could come and see her tomorrow (which is today so I was totally excited). I tidied up what I was doing and picked out a dress to wear.
I was so excited 😊 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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✓✓✓ Major General Mi-young's POV
I sat at my balcony upstairs facing my bedroom as I drank my strawberry milk. Tears streamed down my face as I listened to Dzanum by Teya Dora. My nightmare was coming true. I was leaving my daughter again and for good. I breathed and went downstairs.
There I stood face to face with my exact replica

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✓✓✓ Shin-nae Nae's POV
When I saw her my breathing ceased. Her expression showed that she was not aware I was to come here today so I glanced around looking for Corporal Juanita Xingling and when I saw her her smirk said 'This would be fun'.
At that moment my confidence died. I couldn't even speak English, Pidgin oreven Korean.

"Mom"
She gave me the hand ✋
I nodded in understanding as my voice cracked
I turned to go and said
"I hope you feel better though. I'm sorry for all I said. I'll keep praying for you. Journey Mercies."

I went home that night and wept my eyes out. How does being the one at fault hurt??
"Father please, please I don't know what to do now. I know I'm at fault but still I'm hurt and my mother she doesn't want to talk to me. Father what do I do??"
I stopped. I didn't know what to say again. I just took steady breaths and said.
"Thank you Lord for listening to me"

A few days later I was stirring my tea in the afternoon when the notification came in
"Major General Mi-young arrives Korea" my phone read aloud
My glass cup fell and so did my tears.
As I brought myself to my knees at the lower kitchen cupboards. I wiped my tears with my over long long sleeves but the tears kept pouring.
Then another notification came in
"Sampson: Can we meet up??"
I put myself together and got up
"Me: Yeah sure. Where??"
"Sampson: The Villa around 4pm??"
"Me: Sure. Meet you there."

I smiled when I saw the way I saved his number. Just Sampson. He'd flip if he found out. I laughed and started picking up the glass pieces. Thankfully Helen wasn't home or else it would have been RIP Shin-nae.

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