My hands burned severely as I washed the dirty dishes with them.
The cellphone beside me, on the sink counter vibrated as I continued to wash the dishes. Quickly, I wiped my wet, slippery hands on my sweatpants so that I could have a tight grip on my phone when I picked it up from the counter.
Answering the phone, I put it on speaking—waiting to listen to the voice.
"Abigale," the female voice said, "are you there?"
"Yeah I'm here," I put the phone back on the counter on speaker as I dug both of my hands back into the hot water, "what do you want Claire?"
"Mason and I will be over in just a few minutes," she explained, "we need to talk—it's hard to talk about it on the phone."
"Sure," I told her, "come on over—I'll be here all day and all night; whenever ya'll decide to come over."
She hung up the ph0ne without saying goodbye...
I continued to wash the dishes quickly as my pregnant behind had to clean up the house all by myself—all alone in an empty house.
The dishes were a mess, the shower was a mess, the living room, the kitchen, AND THE BEDROOM was a mess! All of this mess and I am the one that ends up cleaning it all up—making the house look clean, making it look presentable for the visitors.
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Imperfect
RomanceEveryone and everything assumes to be perfect, or that's what people think... "Imperfect" tells the story, an imperfect story, of two imperfect people who are truly in love with each other. Although the years they've been together, will their paren...
