"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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AMNIJA KLARITY OTTOMAN ᴀᴍᴏʏ
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Today was daddy's birthday, and I almost forgot because a' man.
Man Nija...man....
See me all a use him nickname.
Nosah.
With a heavy breath, I shoved that thought to the back of my head with all my strength. When I'm home I'll resume.
"You're finally asleep baby," I said as my eyes found the corner of the room.
Allan laid on the bed, sleeping like a champ. You would be surprise, he had a whole surgery tomorrow.
"Amoy. . .Amoy come yer girl," one of the nurses called from the office. It's been a little over a week since I've started working at Hospiten.
For the rich *Cough* *Cough*
"Amoy come here nuh," she sounded like she was laughing. I wasn't about to take her serious. I walked towards the microwave, reaching for my food that my man cooked for me.
"Amoy," she called again.
Why, weh-she-name deh nuh stop call mi name?
"I'm literally dyingggg!" She's so extra.
Die then bitch.
Hey...
I'm joking.
"Yuh wouldn't have the strength fi say that," I joked back. The water cascading down my palms. I punched more soap in my hand, rubbing them together as the suds slid down the drain.
Now reaching for the hand towel.
It empty.
I walked towards the hand dryer. It sounded like a dying cat.
