Patrick's Pov:

I picked up my suitcase and headed downstairs.

I saw my wife Vanessa watching TV.

"My goodness! Isn't it too early for a responsible married woman to watch TV" I thought within myself.

"Good morning love" I said as she glanced at me.

"Good morning Patrick" She said with her eyes fixed on the television.

I headed straight to the dinning table.

"Isn't it too early to watch TV love? It's just 6:30..." I smiled as I sat on the dinning.

"And how is that your business? Am watching with my eyes not yours so fvck off!" She said rudely as I gulped.

Am used to her rudeness already.

She's really very saucy and am left with no choice than to bear it.

"She even cooked breakfast for me? She has really changed a little" I thought as I smiled.

I quickly opened the covered plates on the dinning and got the shock of my life.

"WTF" I screamed in displease

"Oh please keep your voice down Patrick! Am watching my favorite show" Vanessa said from the sitting room.

I fumed in anger as I stormed into the sitting room.

"Vanessa! What is that supposed to mean?" I asked angrily as I turned off the television and she flared up.

"What the heck is wrong with you Mr Patrick Argus? Why are you displaying your stupid cranky characters this morning?" She snorted.

"You are my wife for crying out loud Vanessa.... So you can't prepare breakfast for me?" I asked furiously as she burst into laughter.

"Oh my God! Are you serious? Should I do that?" She mocked as I burned up in annoyance

"What kind of a wife are you Vanessa? I can't believe this... You served pop corn in the dinning as my breakfast" I blurted

"And so what? You should be grateful that I even had to stress myself serving you pop corn as breakfast" She scoffed as she sat on the couch with her legs crossed.

"I mean what do I possibly do with the pop corn? While you sit here watching TV and going to parties all day" I said

"Stop barking around Patrick! What do you expect me to do? Walk into the kitchen and prepare you a cup of coffee or cereals? No damn way!" She said

"Why won't you? Are you not my wife and the mother of my daughter?" I asked angrily as she roared in laughter making me more annoyed.

"Shut the fvck up Patrick! Like ever wanted to be a mother.... Listen up boy! I am not your cook neither am I your slave, I can't even cook.... Ew! That's filthy" She exclaimed as I shook my head in anger.

"Vanessa you are making a terrible mistake... Now look at it! You don't care if your child will go to school.... You don't even prepare her for school! I had to wake up every morning and do that yet I go to work on an empty stomach" I asked

"That's your business! You know when I was pregnant of that baby, I told you I wasn't ready to be a mom and that I wanted to abort her but you refused so carry your cross" She furrowed her brows.

"It's been four years since we got married and our daughter is four yet you still regret her existence?" I said in annoyance

"Of course Patrick! Can't you see it? I almost lost my body shape and lovely stature when I gave birth to her... I've always told you I want us to go back to the states" She said as she opened a packet of chewing gum and started chewing.

"I have no time for this right now!" I heaved a sigh as I picked up my suitcase and walked out.

"Whatever! Like I care" She said blowing and making noisy sounds with the gum.

"Kyra! Kyra!! Where are you baby? Come downstairs... Am leaving" I said loudly as Kyra walked down stairs.

"Am here daddy" her tiny voice said as I helped her down.

"That's my princess" I pecked her.

"Let's go?" I asked and she rolled her eyes.

"Daddy! My stomach is grumbling... Am so famished, can't we at least eat at home for once.... That's how my classmates do dad?" Little Kyra asked.

I gulped nervously.

"Well you see baby, we can't! I'll buy you food in a restaurant OK?" I pretended

"Good morning mommy! Did you cook breakfast?" Kyra asked as Vanessa scoffed.

"Just go to school Kyra.... Your mom is not a cook and do as your daddy says" Vanessa said turning on the TV.

"Let's go then daddy" Kyra said feeling bad as she walked out of the house.

"You'll regret your actions Nessa" I said as she sighed loudly.

"In your dreams Patrick" She said as I walked out.

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I drove silently with my little Kyra beside me.

"Dad! Why don't you employ a housemaid?" Kyra asked breaking the silence.

"Why do you say that?" I asked

"It's because of mommy" She said as her mood changes.

"What about your mom?" I asked anxiously

"Daddy! Does mommy really love you and I?" Kyra asked as I looked at her gobsmacked.

Why would my little daughter think that way.

"Of course she does baby, why do you ask?" I asked

"Because I feel she doesn't.... She just wants to go back to the states where she hardly come home everyday" Kyra said

"Uhmm... Kyra! Er...Do you want ice cream?" I asked changing the topic.

"Ice cream? This early morning? I thought you said its bad to take sugary things in the morning when we haven't had breakfast?" Kyra said as I nodded smiling.

"That's right I forgot" I lied as she smiled broadly.

She's so smart.....

Clara's Pov:

"Mmhhh.... Yummy Clara" my younger sister Marie said as she spooned a large amount of noddles into her mouth.

"Really?" I smiled excitedly

"Of course Clara... You are such a good cook and someday you will be a great chef" Marie said

"That's what am hoping Marie... And that time, I will own a very big restaurant of my own and I will make a lot of money so that we can move into a better and bigger apartment" I said happily

"It will definitely come true Clara..." Marie said as she picked up the glass of water and drank.

"That reminds me, guess what? I got a job at the restaurant as a cook" I announced excitedly.

"Oh my! Am so happy!!" Marie jumped for joy as we hugged each other.

"Aah..... Aah" Mother cleared her throat noisily as walked in.

"Oh mother! You startled us" we said in unison

"Sorry girls" mother said as she sat down dishing her food.

"You know what Clara, talking about getting.... There are lots of things you need to get apart from a job"" Mother said as I fluttered my eyes.

"Like what mother?" Marie asked

"Like getting a BOYFRIEND.." Mother said as I choked.....
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