In fact, I can’t recall where she suddenly appeared from but just a few steps into the bus, I felt a tap behind me and there she stood- my little angel of death. She looked six or seven, virtually in tatters, looking very dirty with a sniveling face, wiping off herself as if she had survived a stampede.
He pulled out his phone and started the confession. His first few words sent chills down my spine and made me wonder who’s daughter he was referring to. When I heard him say “that girl is just so stubborn. In fact, sometimes I beat her to a pulp yet she wouldn’t stop misbehaving and smoking,” […]
This nonsense must stop!