BELLA
**Part of the last chapter was added to start this one. There's a reason ?**
I left the library and walked to a nearby eatery to have lunch. I looked at what I ordered and laughed out loud. I was sure that Mum would call this meal ‘very unhealthy’, her accent making her lay so much emphasis on ‘-thy'.
Yesterday, Maggy told her mother about her pregnancy. I was happy she got over it because she had been stressed over it for days. Her mother's response was positive. The usual, “It's fine, we support you” sermon. The woman was thrilled to hear that but there wasn't much she could do.
Hi,” the lady said. “I finally get to meet you.”
At this point, I was genuinely confused. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”
“You don't, but I assure you, that you would be glad that I came to talk to you
