You Are My One and Only

Patricia gritted her teeth to calm herself and began to clean up his room. She placed the books on the bookshelf and put the magazines on the floor back into the magazine rack.

She made the bed and hung all the washed clothes in the closet.

After cleaning the room spotlessly, she noticed how the monotone room was now clean and tidy, seemingly even more abstinent than before.

It seemed that after crying for a while, her whole body was able to relax. One shouldn’t be in a tense state all the time. So, it was good to release the built-up tension by crying sometimes.

When Patricia went downstairs, she thought Isaac would be in the living room, but he wasn’t there. He didn’t even take the aspirin on the table, so she decided to keep it in the cabinet.

She was a woman with pride. The moment she signed the IOU, it was equivalent to a vow from her that she would pay off her debt.

Before she left the mansion, she sent him a message, ‘President Arnold, I have already tidied up your room. I will come over at 6.00PM tomorrow to make dinner.’

On the other hand, Isaac was feeling the cold breeze on the rooftop with a cigarette in his hand. He watched as she entered her silver Toyota and slowly drove away from the yard.

It wasn’t until she shut the car door that he regained his senses and raised his hand to touch his lips.

still lingering between his lips and teeth,

darkened slightly as he took a heavy puff of the cigarette. When

Saturday the next day, so none of the three children had to go

decided to take them to the hospital. Josephine was carrying a box of

hospital, Patricia carried a basket of fruit and some milk,

Poppy come back to class? She

the same kindergarten with them. When they were younger, she was in the same class as Sylvie. The two had a close relationship as

her, “Poppy is ill. When she

nodded. “Give her the doll later and tell

eyes flickered. She could not fathom why Poppy had to stay in the hospital for

been ill and stayed in the hospital for a few days at most,

saw her best friends once they

and took the food box from Josephine. “Thank you, Mrs. Zimmers!

good friends, so I want to treat you well too.

“Still waiting for a suitable bone marrow donor. Once we find a suitable candidate, we

nodded and suggested, “I’ll feed Poppy some soup. This is very nourishing. Look at how thin she