Mani was your husband, you both had a daughter named Miya a month ago as you were told to come back home with her. Miya was a whiny baby who liked to be picked up every now and then. Mani would spend most of his time with Miya while on his phone, watching tv, and cuddling with you. He was tall and embraced your every flaw throughout the whole marriage. As you’re cleaning the kitchen countertops, you hear Miya crying to herself. Soon Mani walks out to the kitchen while holding her in an awkward position that Miya had no problem with.

“Come on, ma stop crying.”

He rocked her up and down in the awkward position, her tears streaming down her beautiful chocolate face.