Chapter 29

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I was done with the house chores as I scrutinised the house thoroughly before concluding that it now had a different outlook. It was wholesome.

After breastfeeding Miguel for the sixth time, today l decided to make a quick lunch as I went into the kitchen. I've already wiped and dusted the kitchen equipment till they were as good as new and it made things pretty much easier for me.

I disposed of all the expired products he'd stored in the storage room and freezer, hoping I'd get my hands on at least one foodstuff that would be eatable. Luckily, I was able to find myself one spag whether it'd be enough for two was something I couldn't be sure of at the moment. I rolled up the window cotton, sliding it to the side as I turned on the radio station, allowing the peaceful yet classical music to engulf me.

I was euphoric for no just cause. Perhaps I should be, considering the past week's ordeal and how I could have been slaving away my whole life in a no-good, horrible man's buildin