For a man like myself who was used to being paralyzed for so long, you'd think that I'd mastered the art of patience but in actual fact I didn't. I sat on my chair which was positioned at the balcony, over looking the beautiful rose garden that I had planted for my wife and all i felt for the garden was anger.
I couldn't help but hate the kind gesture that I had given my wife or rather the woman that acts like my wife, but would rather fly away for days at a time leaving me with house helps to deal with me. There was a banging sound behind me and later what sounded like an opening of a door.
i could hear someone panting and when I turned my chair around, it was non other than my friend Jim Brooke.
"Man what happened, are you okay?"
Puzzled at his questions I simply just waved it away
