"Mrs Adams..." my girlfriend said and that just confirmed it. It was her.
Internally I was praying it wasn't her. I was praying that my mind was just playing tricks with me coz sitting on this table everyday has become a nightmare I couldn't bare.
In my mind, I was hoping that something drastic could happen that would take my mind off things here, not my mom but just anything to happen. I was not hoping for my mom to show up and make things worse..
And wait....!! how the hell did she come here.. In Cape Town?
"really? You're going to stand there and say Mrs Adams after k********g my daughter?" that was my mother sternly saying to my girlfriend.
I turned around to look and indeed it was her.
I don't know what I was still expecting or hoping for. I mean her voice and my girlfriend a
