Maia Mesa grew up with her family in Cuba, but that suddenly changed, and she found herself in a position no one wishes to be, without family.
Marcus Burnett, a repentant and good soul takes her as his own daughter, as well his wife Theresa, a new...
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I desperately needed this: a spa day. After years of relentless work and barely a moment to breathe, I finally managed to carve out some time for myself. This vacation has been a long time coming, and I'm savoring every moment of it. The transition from my usual high-paced life to this serene, pampering experience is nothing short of blissful. I can't say I miss my job while I'm lounging in this state of relaxation. The constant demands and sleepless nights feel like a distant memory, replaced by the soothing rhythms of the spa.
I came here with my mom and Megan for a much-needed weekend getaway, and it's been nothing short of incredible. Every treatment has felt like a dream; my body feels rejuvenated and cared for in a way I hadn't experienced in years. I wish I could bottle this feeling and carry it with me forever. For now, I'm immersing myself fully in this relaxation, knowing that soon enough, I'll need to return to the realities of daily life.
Before Mike was shot, I had been considering taking a vacation. It was something I had been putting off for far too long, but the incident changed everything. My focus shifted entirely to caring for him, dedicating myself to his recovery for the past six months. The days and nights spent at the hospital had consumed my life, leaving little room for anything else.
Since our argument, I haven't seen Mike. He hasn't come home to visit Dad either. But I'm no longer harboring anger toward him. Mike can certainly be a bit of a jerk at times—it's just part of who he is. Our argument was a momentary clash, fueled by stress and emotion. Looking back, it's clear that it was just a fleeting issue in the grand scheme of things.
The challenges and conflicts are distant memories, and I'm reminded that sometimes, taking a step back and allowing ourselves to recharge is the best way to move forward.
My spa session has just finished, so I gathered my things and made my way out of the room. I had already told mom I was leaving—her sessions are way too long, and I'd much rather wait for her in my comfortable bed at home. As I walked through the hallway, I saw Mike hurrying along with little Marcus. Suddenly, I heard mom screaming that she would kill dad.
Curious and concerned, I started following them to figure out what was going on. Mike got into mom's car with Dad, so I did the same.
Dad started the car. "Mike, you've known Theresa long time. How pissed would you say she was?"
"Watchu mean? Like one at ten? Like when I broke up with your sister?"
Dad shakes his head in disagreement. "No, that was me at a ten, why would you bring that up, man?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just..." Mike stops to start to think better. "She's probably like a nine"
"A nine?" Dad looks down. "Oh shit, better make it a ten." He raised his hand grabbing something. "Forgot to give her the baby wipe."
