Chapter 47
- Bethel opened her eyes the moment she felt a moist lip on her cheek. She knew who it was even before opening her eyes. The little hands, the soft warmth of it. It's no one else but Angel.
- " Good morning, Amma" she chuckled exposing a perfect white set of teeth.
- Bethel felt so tired to even sit up, she feels not so her. She feels so sick and doesn't want to go to the hospital.