You Are My One and Only

Patricia assumed that it must be one of those advertisement flyers that businesses frequently left on people’s doorsteps. Sometimes, she would wake up to find an entire pile of them on their doorstep.

Some touted various medical treatments, locksmith services, or even offered jobs and other strange things.

Scott read out, “It says ‘repay your debts’, so I guess it’s from a money lending service.”

Stellan nodded. “Why are these pasted on our door, though? Scott, let’s tear them all down.”

The two little boys made quick work of it, while Patricia carried Sylvie to her bed.

Sylvie was sleeping so soundly that Patricia did not want to wake her up, so she let her sleep without washing up.

Patricia gazed fondly at Sylvie. Sylvie was rarely sick these days, and Patricia had a steady income too, so she no longer worried now.

She fervently wished that Sylvie, along with Scott and Stellan, would all grow up healthy and strong.

Once Scott and Stellan were done tearing off the warnings stuck to their door, they came to the room and said to Patricia, “Mommy, we’ve taken everything down, and the door’s locked too.”

Patricia nodded. “Go wash up and get ready for bed. Good night!”

She walked over to her two sons and gave them both a kiss on the cheek.

children’s bedroom and returned

lay in bed and

sent her

‘Are you home yet?’

off so quickly and Elizabeth had something to say to

glanced at the timestamp. The text was sent over

decided to

another text from him. ‘Why did it take you so long

to herself, Hey, mister. It’s after hours. I’m not at work! Though she did not respond with this, of course.

We dropped by the hospital to visit Poppy on our way back, so that’s

should be respectful enough for

engaged to or even marry, the only person I like is

and had already gotten ready for bed, but she was afraid that if she did not respond to Isaac’s texts, he would charge straight over to her

as she closed

so

What the hell? What a b*stard

married to someone else! How can you still say that

could not be bothered to deal with this anymore. She would cross that bridge

as soon as she arrived at the

announcement in the chat group? President Arnold is getting

“Who’s the bride-to-be?”