Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 35 – Marry Me (Anj‘s POV) 

When I was two, Sister Grace made me go and join Anya in school because she thought an environment with children around me would be healthy for me – mentally and physically. Anya was in kindergarten, and I remembered her teacher let me stay in the play area to make myself busy with colorful blocks as they learned to count numbers and read alphabet letters. 

“What did you learn today?” Sister Grace asked me as she picked us up after school. She put me in a toddler carrier and held Anya‘s hand as we all returned to the nursing home. Aunt Rose had to work full time after her husband died in an accident on the job site, s 

after taking care of the residents in the nursing home, picked us up. 

“Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” Anya jumped cheerfully as she answered. 

Sister Grace smiled. “That‘s nice. How about my little angel? What did you learn today?” “Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” I repeated Anya‘s answer. Anya wrinkled her nose as she glowered at me. “No, Sister Grace. She‘s only playing at the play area the whole time,” she stuck her tongue out as if pissed that I had to mimic her. 

I recalled Sister Grace laughing at us as we walked happily on the street. That night, as she was bathing me, she was surprised as I started counting anything I saw in our small bathroom and reading letters on the labels of soap and shampoo bottles. It was the beginning that Sister Grace paid attention to my abilities, recognizing me as a child prodigy, someone with a high IQ. She told me I had extraordinary skills with multiple intelligence in spatial and logical mathematics but someone with poor behavior because I was naughty, bold, and sassy. And that behavior pulled me into this situation, beating my big brain. 

When I looked at the plus sign on the pregnancy test, my high IQ was not needed to explain what it meant. My hands trembled as I pushed the small kit to show it to Sister Grace, and once again, her tears rolled down her cheeks again, smiling sadly at me 

My shoulders shook as I sobbed, sitting on her lap and burying my head on her neck as I cried hard. She knew that I had planned my life, but my path and decisions will change with a child on the way. My baby will not be like me, growing up without knowing who I am and where I came from. 

She held my shoulders and moved me away from her to wipe my tears. “Stop crying now,” she said as her fingers combed my hair. “Are you telling him?” 

same decision as I was, not telling my father that she got pregnant, that I was born and left to die

“If you wish to tell him about the child, we will

when she said ‘orandchild and

35 Marry

“Enough crying. As much as I support your silly decision to

Sister Grace, you won’t tell anyone about the

tell him the truth, Angela. You know that I will not interfere with your decisions unless they hurt you,” she said as she tapped my back. “Now, will you please stand, up? You‘re heavy,” she laughed as she complained, not

the window. “If Anya and Dylan look for me, can you please tell them I‘m in the garden?” I told her, and when she nodded, I walked toward the door, heading to the rose garden near her office.

*** 

for a miracle, not a baby. Yet, looking at the stars sparkling in the sky reminded me of the night I was with Sky at the beach. Who would know that it would

to call you.

know,” I turned my head on her and

get up on the stage to get my diploma, I had to wait before pursuing a new degree after

asked, getting up to look at me. “When I saw Sister Grace, her eyes were puffy from crying. She told me you‘d be staying with her for a while. What happened?” I pursed my lips, not knowing where to start. Dylan got up, released my hand, and hugged his knees as

she said, still staring

I pressed my lips tighter for a while to stop myself from crying. When I knew I could finally speak, I heaved a deep sigh and began with my

say next. “I got in the wrong party, and I have no way of calling you because I have no phone,” It was true. “And...” I inhaled a lungful of air but breathed them out as I continued, “I got drunk, and when I woke up, I was...” I stopped. “I woke up...” I bit my upper lip, hoping to stop myself from crying, but despite that, my shoulders shook

you woke up what?” Anya stammered like she knew what happened but didn‘t want to