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knock knock..

"who's there" came the quick response behind the door

" uhhmm a woman, which I believe is your daughter" said nivera outside the door. A middle age opens the door of a small cottage and tries her best to suppress her obvious giggles.

" Hello, I'm Caitlyn Davison , who are you and how may I help you" she tries wearing on a stern expression

" hi, my name is nivera davison, your first daughter and I'd really appreciate it if you let me in cause I'm exhausted " replied nivera walking past her mother into the tiny cottage.

Nivera davison lived with her family in a little cottage and worked as a kindergarten teacher after graduating from college. Things weren't always like this tho, nivera and her younger sister Karina had the best life while growing up, they were once part of the higher society until nivera's father, Owen Davison, got into some trouble and they lost everything and they moved into the Cottage that belonged to Caitlyn's parents. It was rumored that he got into trouble with the mafia but nobody has been able to prove it till date.

"Oh my feets are aching badly" groaned nivera while taking off a pair of black stiletto heels and slumping on the couch

" oh dear, here let me give you a foot massage" " oh mama what would I ever do without you"

"absolutely nothing dear, you and your sister can't possibly do anything without me" Caitlyn held nivera's foot and tenderly applied a soothing balm.

I'm used to my mum interviewing me at the door and giving me foot massages after a long day of work and she always did it out of habit, but today I could tell there was something weighing down her mind, she seemed nervous.

"are you okay mama?" I asked dropping my foot and taking her hands in between mine

" I'm okay very dear " mum smiled but it wasn't a bright smile

"you don't look okay to me, tell me mama what's wrong" " vera dear there's... "is it about dad" I asked cutting her off entirely.

" vera .... " she sighs " your dad Will talk to you about it" with that she walks away, leaving me nervous and a little scared.

If my mom couldn't talk to me about then it was something really serious and I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it. with the feeling of dread surrounding me, I walked into my room, freshened up and decided to take a nap