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?” 

I shook my head, I wondered if my mother had the same decision as I was, not telling my father that she got pregnant, that I was born and left to die in a carton box but managed to live and exist under Sister Grace‘s care.

decide, we‘re here for you,” she pressed her forehead to my temple. “If you wish to tell him about the child, we will help you, but

ouvered when she said ‘orandchild and my tears

35 Marry Me

gently. “Enough crying. As much as I support your silly decision to keep the baby from Sky, you must tell your

“Promise me, Sister Grace, you won’t tell anyone about the father of

your decision to 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 exactly sure

can you please tell them I‘m in the garden?” I told her, and when

*** 

agency above that I asked for a miracle, not a baby. Yet, looking at the stars sparkling in the sky reminded me of the night I

lying beside me while Dylan was on my other side. “I hate it when Uncle Jesse has to call you. Ever since he became a priest, I

know,” I turned my head on her and chuckled. “We can‘t lie to him.”

Dylan said, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers. I heaved a deep sigh, fixing my eyes on the tiny diamonds scattered above us. The graduation will be in four months, and my baby bump will be obvious at six months. Although I could still get up on the stage

her for a while. What happened?” I pursed my lips, not knowing where to start. Dylan got up, released my hand,

to us, Anj,” she said, still staring at

lips tighter for a while to stop myself from crying. When I knew I could finally speak, I

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

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