Habiba 's Secret

The secret

My childbirth went well and my little princess is a week old today. I called Candide and Cindy. They were at the restaurant each with their partner. They were able to meet our little princess thanks to this video call. I recognized Candide's boyfriend. It's Claude Essam! He was a former college friend. We remembered the good old days. I told Candide she was in good hands. Claude is a nice boy. He always defended me against the little witches in our class. He was once in love with me but in the end we realized that it was brotherly love and nothing more. He has become a very handsome and ultra sexy man. I gave him my phone number. He then promised to call me. Claude knows Ismaël. They work together.

Ismaël will be in Paris tomorrow. Grandma is coming home this afternoon. I will miss her dearly. I have already sent a whole photo album to candid and Cindy. As for Ishmael's mom, she has to buy a new phone. It's full of pictures of Mame. I have a beautiful princess. Mom hired a 24 hour babysitter. She takes care of the baby wonderfully. Honestly, I don't like her very much and she doesn't inspire me too much confidence. But OK !!!

I asked the cook to make Ishmael's favorite dish. We'll pick him up at the airport tonight. Her flight was delayed, but it was worth the wait. I finally see my husband again. We kissed and told him how much I missed him.

Back home, we had dinner and laughed the whole evening. Ishmael never let go of his daughter under any circumstances. She looks so much like him! Such a waste ! You carry nine months of baby in your womb, nine months of discomfort, nine months of hormonal disorder and in the end baby looks like daddy.

Dad and Ishmael are planning to go buy a special gift for mom. Her birthday is in two months. I can already imagine the surprise: a car, her favorite perfume, pairs of heels, leather bags, a gold necklace and diamond earrings. It's the same gift every year. Dad doesn't change the gift. Mom, meanwhile, always plays the one who is surprised every year. This year daddy please don’t have a car. The parking lot is full of hell! Lol!

They came home tired today and yes Ishmael told me it was for a car and everything I already knew. Ouch daddy! He then gave me a massage and fell asleep immediately. His phone rang just a few moments later. I picked up and the person didn't budge a word. It was written "Cassandra Nemi". Who is Cassandra? No idea !

When my husband woke up, I then let him know that a Cassandra had called. He just asked me what she wanted. Obviously nothing at all.

I gained weight and dad forbade me to snack. No more ice creams, cookies, croquettes and more. I cry every day. I need my treats. I exercise daily, always wear my belt and apply my flat stomach ointment. And it works, I am very proud of the result.

The days passed and I was getting sad. I was going to leave my parents. We will be leaving in two days Ishmael and me. The little one is already three months old and she can already take the flight. Ishmael will buy our tickets tonight. Mom has been crying for three days. It hurts me to leave her. But what can I do well? I have to go back to Senegal. I called Thomas and told him that I am finally going back to Senegal tomorrow. He was very sad we saw each other very regularly. Thomas has become my best friend. He met Ishmael and they are very good friends too. He will come to Senegal to see me when I really need him. We had a coffee and we said goodbye. I came home to pack our bags. Guess what ? We have to bring the babysitter with us. No but seriously? Mom was very insistent that we bring him. Okay ! Apparently Ishmael was already in agreement. He came home with four tickets.

The moment has arrived. We are leaving Paris this night. Wendy, a friend of mom's, came to have lunch with us. I told mom I was going out. I have to go buy myself these tights for my trip. Wendy went up to mom's room to chat a bit. Dad didn’t work today like Mum. The three of them chatted with Wendy in the small living room over coffee.

Unfortunately I forgot my wallet. So I have to go home. I didn't report my arrival. I oddly and awkwardly overheard the conversation between my parents and Wendy. I approached the door to listen to them better. And then I heard Wendy say that I had a lucky star and my story is different from mom. And then she released these words: >. I didn't give him time to finish his sentence.

I opened the door so sharply and demanded an explanation of what I had just heard. My parents were at first surprised to see me still there. I looked my mother straight in the eye and asked her if she had really abandoned me like garbage. My eyes were filled with TEARS. Mom was slow to answer me and I begged her to tell me that this was all a mistake. Dad asked me to calm down and sit down. I wanted an answer, just a yes or no. Very emphatically mom finally said yes that she did. All the respect, the admiration I had for this woman immediately vanished. I told her to never try to see me again and that she will definitely forget me. Wendy was very insistent that I listen to her. But that was out of the question. Mom is a criminal and I never want to see her again in my life. I took all my suitcases and went to a hotel to wait for my flight. Dad tried to reach me a few times, but I didn't take his calls. I had nothing against my dad because I imagine he must have been in so much pain. He told me and begged me to listen to his wife and understand her. Understand what ? That I was abandoned or thrown away like a dirty sock? Oh no. I told daddy never to talk to that woman again. I cried for hours and hours. Why did mom do this to me? Why didn't mom love me from birth? What did I do to her? I was an innocent baby! Why me ? Why me ? How long had I been abandoned? I didn’t know my mother. I did not receive this maternal warmth. Mom took me away from the family on purpose. Why this wickedness? I am in TEARS and inconsolable.

Ishmael found me in this state and asked me what was going on. I didn't tell him the just truth that I'm sad to leave my parents. Dad came with us to the airport and told me to think long and hard. I kissed him and gave him a sad, dry kiss. As for Mom, I ignored her completely. I told him our relationship was never going to change. I love my daddy, I love him very much.