“Get up my daughter,” Vivian’s aunt tapped her both legs and Vivian got up and sat on the bed, it was in the middle of the night. The room was dark and only the source of their voices could position where they were sitting.
“Tension and desire are fast asleep, declare your wants now or you will not have this opportunity again and again. Do you want happiness?”
“Yes,” she replied without delay and her voice still carrying sleep. Vivian was about to get down from the bed and put on the old lamp, but her aunt objected.
“Do not call the light upon this sacred conversation, let your heart illuminate joy into your mind. Your happiness will come; Mike will be set free, but who will take the burden? For every happiness, there must be a sacrifice; a prize of pain and struggle. They are not easil
