Alpha Ralph.
The day would have gotten much better if the words of my mother didn’t keep coming back to my head. No matter how hard I had tried to put it aside, it doesn’t work; it kept ringing in my head, reminding me of what she thinks of my own wife.
For a decade or more, I have been trying to figure out why mother hasn’t been much fan of Octavia. She has always despises her, even when father was still alive and there was no explanation to that. No one knows why she had been that way. “Ralph, what are you thinking about?” Octavia asked, making her way toward me.
On another note, I shouldn’t have gone to see mother because I am really messed up with her words. “Nothing Octavia. I should get going, Beta Floyd is waiting for me downstairs.” It was a lie as he had sent a guard up here fo
