Myra’s Point of View.
Being back home after so many months I couldn’t believe it myself; I didn’t know that I would come back to this place but due to my father’s illness I was forced to come back here. I was not ready to face the same people I ran away from.
“SO how have you been? How is everything? Girl, you look great” Tasha said to me as I smiled at her running fingers through my hair
“Did I look that different?” I asked her as she nodded her head,
“Of course, I for one I didn’t think it was you. Oh my god! You look beautiful I am very certain that whatever it is you are doing now you are happy” She said to me as I smiled at her before looking out the window.
“Well, I am happy now. I have a great job that pays me well, I have great colleagues who support me. My mother and I are
