IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter Fourty-family

Both of my books have been edited and launched and I know I wouldn't have made it without the grace of the lord.

The emotions I have are unexplainable and I couldn't be happier. Today I have to attend a show called "The Realest" for an interview based on both of my books . I've been waiting for this day ever since I've started writing both of my novels and it has finally come.

Finally I can see my hard work paying off.

"You look beautiful." He keeps reminding me
I've even lost count of how many times he has said that today.

"Are you ready?"

I nod nervously as we motion to where the interview will take place.

The crowd or guests are already settling in onto their seats and the countless number of their presence just makes me more nervous than I was before. My heart is pounding very fast and I might just puke on this clean floor.

"You'll do good, baby. I'll be right there, watching," he points at his seat.

I smile nervously and kiss all three of them on their cheeks.

"Good luck mom," Lethu hugs me tightly.

"Byeeeeeeee," Mpendulo utters.

This child doesn't care about me anymore. His always clingy to his dad, reason why he behaves like him lately.

I'm placed in a private room where my make-up and hair is perfectly done.

Nathi really did an amazing job on setting this up for me. Step by step my dreams are being accomplished.

"Busisiwe, Hi!" she smiles and hugs me.
She looks really beautiful in person, I'm amazed.

"Lindi Phethu," I mutter.

"Are you ready?" She inspects me with a weirdly look as we both motion to our studio chairs.

"I'm a bit nervous but I'm ready. Just take it easy on me," I tease.

"Don't worry, I won't polish the floor with you."

I laugh. She has jokes, not bad.

Nathi stares at me intensively from a distance and smiles. I know he's trying to calm me down and his smile is soothing, making me ease up a bit.

Staring at my three favourite people warms my heart. My only weakness and strength.

The directors mention that we are about to begin and the studio finally goes silent and I keep reminding myself to breathe.

Lindi goes on with the introductions for the audience and she goes on about talking about my two book reviews like she read them years back.

I'm impressed though, she really is good at pretending. She knows everything, more than I actually even know.

"What inspired you to start writing, Busi?" she questions.

I breathe in and out, mentally reminding myself that I've got this, I then stare at Nathi. I know his the only person who can make me feel safe.

"Where do I even begin."

"Begin from the start," she clarifies.

"I've always wanted to be a writer but I gave up on that dream during the years of being abused when my parents passed on," I sigh. My heart trembles, ready to give up on me but I don't allow it to get that far.

The crowd releases a sympathy cry that irrtiates me but I still fake a smile and sit up straight. My parents would disapprove of me always whining when I'm suppose to be celebrating the gift of life.