“Mama, who is more handsome? Me or Kuyt?” A little boy of about five years old asks Astrid.
He’s wearing a black tuxedo, sporting a buzz cut with ocean blue eyes and full eyebrows, his lips, pink, small and pout.
Astrid looks from him with a smile on her face, to Kuyt, his brother, who is an exact replica of him except for Kuyt’s cornrows which are beaded at the base.
Her little bundles of joy, her twin sons, Asher and Kuyt. Five years ago they came into this world and they have been her source of constant happiness but also a reminder of the man who broke her heart and shattered her world into a million pieces.
Today, she is giving another man a chance, this one has been there for her, all through her pregnancy to the birth of her children and every important step of their lives so fa
