Hiding has its own unsettling scent
Iyesha Franco
He ruffled her hair. Then patted it twice before pushing to her hands the gift wrapped box he's carrying.
"You have talent. So make use of it. If you need some help." He fumbled in his pocket.
"Don't hesitate to contact me." What he handed to her, is a business card with his name and contact details.
She's completely lost for words. Her frozen mouth can't utter a single word of thanks. And he left. Just like that. She still wants to ask him how he knew.
Because practically speaking, nobody knows when she was born. Even her own mother. The very person who gave her life never bothered to remember when or did she just push Iyesha out of her belly like some sh*t you excrete and flushed down to the toilet. Thinking back, maybe that has been her role from the start. She can feel it in her bones. The disgust and abhorrence her mother felt.