Confession #23
Confession #23 I love you. It just kept ringing. Those three words ruined everything. Aaron wasn’t supposed to love me. I was leaving and now those three words kept buzzing in my ears. Those three stupid words made me rethink Italy. Those three words haunted me. “Nthatile?” My mother called, in a quivering voice. Her eyes were puffy and she looked tired. But her eyes wouldn’t waver from my father who lay sleeping soundlessly in the hospital bed. He was going to be okay. Sure a punctured lung didn’t sound very glamorous but it sounded a lot better than dead. “Yes ma?” Her eyes finally lifted, as she gazed lifelessly at me. “I know some of the things your father has done are unforgivable. But telling him you’re no longer his daughter, will break him. When he wakes up, I’m sure he’l
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