KEYLA

My day wasn't going to start without receiving a fresh bouquet of flowers from one of the twins. As usual, I wanted to throw them out but I was not allowed to. Aunty kept insisting that they were life and all lives were sacred.

They were just plants to me and more importantly, they were from people who I wanted nothing more, so there's no way I'm going to accept that flower.

“You know,” Aunty began, setting the flower in another vase and watering them which got me ...