BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE.
It's a sunny morning, the TV is blaring with more tragedy. The tragedy seems like just stories months before now. Bad things happen to only bad people.
In the comfort of my mansion I sit quietly overlooking the terrace indulging in the most reliable source of vitamin "D". My small family sit around me helping themselves to breakfast. I pour out tea for my husband and parents who had come to our house for a few days. My youngest daughter is seated beside me, she does not want tea this morning she wants orange juice.
I was the lady of the mansion, in command of so many servants, money and fame could have been said to be the reason for my marriage, howbeit it was not. We had come along way together from sharing one plate of food to sharing a thousand exqusite dinners.
The door bell rings , in split seconds the breakfast table is overturned the tea has streaks of blood in it, recovering from the shock I look up and they are standing before me! "You there", they point to my husband come with us, I can hear them asking him questions about his beard, he tried to explain he had just returned from holidays abroad. They shake their head and disbelief and take him away. Just when it seemed the ordeal was over one of the men returned and takes my daughter with them, some liquid runs down my face it turned out to be blood.
For some reasons I did not cry, my heart was gripped with fear. The next day a mail man arrives at the mansion and delivers a package. I rushed to open it hoping it will be some phone or a letter asking for ransom. In that package was blood and my daughter's head, I screamed alerting the rest of family who came to my rescue. I scream again, I try explaining to my father but he looks at me, his eyes swelling with tears, he rushes and holds me and whispers in my ear, daughter-mine please be calm, do not scream you have lost your voice, do not lose your mind.
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