“Mbali go fetch the cake.”
Imagine being bullied by people who could literally be your parent. There I was running as I had been all day long. I opened the fridge in the kitchen, pulling out the large white box. I turned, passing my apologies to the catering stuff that had to move out of the way for me to pass with the large box in hand. I could barely see where I was going, just hoping I did not fall or I swear I would literally run out of there before the women killed me.
I sighed, my head peeking out from the corner to see where I was stepping with my steps slow so I would not trip. The table came into view, all the children playing tag with some of the male doctors and nurses including John. It was a sight to watch but I could not since I was in hell’s kitchen. I placed the ca
