Hey you. I’ve been debating whether or not to continue writing/posting that Kip story. Writing is hard … wueh… but I love it. I love stories and by the Grace of God Almighty, I have actually finished this one.
Hey you. This is part two of that story I started. (Oh why did I do this to myself?)
The midwife yelled at Rose again, “Push like you mean it! Ya mwisho!” But Rose did not feel like pushing anymore. She was tired. Exhausted. And sweaty!
A few weeks after my twelfth birthday we started hearing news about break-ins. There was a burglar at large.