on the day of my child's birth, I was filled with fear. fear that valentine would find us. he would either kill us or send us back to live with him.
I could not allow that.

that is why I was afraid to give birth in a public hospital. one of his spies could be working with him. that is why as soon as I felt the baby pressing, I lay on the couch and I tried to do this alone. but after the fourth hour, I found it difficult to continue.

that is when my mother, Adele arrived. she was killed so many years ago by Valentine. she was as beautiful as I remembered. she had long red curly hair and brown eyes. rosy cheeks and I smile that gave me hope that at this very moment everything would be alright. she was with him when I gave birth to Johnathan. God rest his soul. he died in the fire as well.

"mum," I said and she took my hand to kiss it and that is when I pushed for the final time and my daughter was born Clarissa Adele. her cries filled my heart and I rested her head close to my chest when I looked back at my mother, she was gone. she only came by to give me support.