Still waiting
One week passed...
Another moment, Bryana sat pensively on a chair on the front porch of her house. It had almost become a habit of her since Dean left without any news at all. The pregnant woman touched her belly which was already getting heavier, she even objected to just going up the stairs to the room.
'Dean, why don't you come back? Don't you miss me, the kids, and our future child? usually, you always kiss it, watch it, touch it just to feel movement.' Bryana said to herself, in the image of Dean always giving her French Kiss every morning, kissing and stroking her belly, helping her take care of the kids who are going to school, all of that is very embedded in her memory, making the feeling of longing that feels so heart-wrenching.