Chapter 83: Afterword

"for the happiest endings were the ones that never existed.

life was full of thorns and it was not a bed of roses.

for every little detail that highlighted your breath

there will be a struggle stuck to your chest.

a long journey of obstacles is what life can be defined as

you were already warned about its consequences and it's facts.

at the same time though

you were brought to awarenesses

by the book of Allah and his knowledge.

so worry never about the turns of life

you're heading to the right path

and there's no doubt about that - sulaymaan."

2 years later.

The entire family had gathered together at the royal palace for a big event. The Queen's family did not engage much but their involvement was crucial for the wedding that was to take place in a few hours time.

Afra's cousins had yet again returned from London on the blessed occasion of an overdue marriage that was to take place quite earlier than before.

Gabriel and Hafsa's long awaited nikah.

The elder men had gathered around in the porch, their loud noises shaking the household with a force with every passing minute. In the meanwhile, the kitchen was occupied by a bunch of older ladies filling each other on whatever they had missed in the last few years and planning on the menu for the auspicious ceremony.

The entire cousin clan had assembled together in a few rooms upstairs with the men and the women seperated.

"Inaya....where's Zakariyya?"

Inaya looked up from where she was styling Hafsa's hair and gestured with her head towards the door.

"He's with his father."

"Oooh father huh?"

Inaya rolled her eyes and got back to styling Hafsa's hair while ignoring Sarah and Samantha's mocks.

Zakariyya was Faaris and Inaya's two year old kid with extra flesh in his cheeks and twinkling honey coloured eyes. Obliviously he was the star of the household and not a minute went by with everyone fighting over claiming him their own.

Especially her and Sulaaymaan.

With she herself in her late first trimester, she could not wait to hold her own baby in arms. But that still wouldn't ever compensate the feeling of holding a nephew as bubbly as Zakariyya.

She buttoned up her abaya, pinned her scarf and tied her veil before swinging the door open and running along the other end of the hallway.

While passing the staircase, her eyes down to the group of chattering boxes who were fighting and yelling over the television while pressing down the buttons constantly. She giggled amusingly when her eyes fell over some of the guys huddled down on their knees in front of the gameset in their engrossment of winning.

She stopped in her tracks, turned around and plummeted down the stairs. Sulaaymaan was the only one who was even aware of a little kid sitting on the couch as he had his legs stretched till the other end of the couch to pose as a barrier.

"Inaya, it was a bad idea to leave Zaki with these idiots. The kid is in an endangered zone practically."

Her shouting invited some glum glances and heaves from the men before they began to shout out orders to take over who should do what.

"No he isn't okay! We're training him on how to be able to live in this cruel world."

Sulaaymaan backfired while his eyes were still stuck to the television and hands clicking away the controls.

"Sulaaymaan he's a two year old! He has about fifteen to twenty years more left to even understand what world means."

He snickered and shouted something to Gabriel before answering.

"Whatever. Stop disturbing our mission. How cruel can you be? What would you do if your husband dies!"

Afra crossed her arms.

"I'm keeping my baby away from you. Only God knows what kind of training you'll give him. My baby is out of your reach young man!"

"Hey you can't do that!"

He screeched and threw away his control to the other end, alarming everyone else who began shouting at him to take back control.

"Just take the damn controller Sulaaymaan! We can't lose."

Faaris yelled from where he was hunched, frantically trying to take charge.

"For now, the game is important. The baby can wait okay! Just take control!"

Derek slammed down hard upon the accelerator before shooting a quick glance at her.

"I know right! The baby might not even have the privilege of seeing our world if we won't be able to save it in the first place."

Gabriel spoke while biting down upon his lip.

"Besides, if that baby matters so much, don't worry man. We can always kidnap it y'know! Now for heaven's sake, grab the controller!"

Sulaaymaan sighed before reaching over for the controller from the other end and giving her a pitiful glance.

"You cannot do that dearest wife. I had a part in making the baby. It's just as rightfully mine as it yours. I can always sue you!"

He stuck his tongue out, yelled something in some random language, pressed his lips tight and resumed the fight as the others around cheered him and slapped high fives in awkward angles.

"Hafsa, honey, you might wanna reconsider marrying Gabriel! I'm warning you. They're all gonna end up destroying us just like those controllers!"

"Gabriel get up! You guys drop your weapons now or you're gonna get it from me!"

The mansion was shining with all of the lights that had been used for decorating. The hour of Isha was drawing near and so was the time of Nikaah. Hafsa was all dolled up, ready for her big step whereas her fiancé was still lurking in his pajamas as he kept controling his car in the race game.

"I said drop the weapon Gabriel!"

Her shouting along with the urgency of the matter had resulted in all the other males rushing over to their rooms upstairs to put on appropriate outfits.

The only problem was the groom.

"For god's sake, Gabriel it's your Nikaah in an hour or less even! Can you please just freaking drop that controller?"

"Say how about ten minutes more?"

He suggested from where he was stuck to the screen.

"Say how about I give you ten smacks! Gabriel get up! It has been almost ten hours now!"

Afra's pregnancy was pretty difficult to handle. Most of the times she lost control over her emotions and Sulaaymaan had to beg for her to calm down and leave it at him to take care. She easily became frustrated over beans that weren't fried but boiled, screamed when her ice cream melted and threw a fit when the colour of her leggings didn't match with that of her maxi.

Hence everyone reluctantly agreed to whatever she demanded.

Except him.

"Okay, you know what, I'll give you ten seconds."

He didn't even bothering answering back. She stormed off to the kitchen, pulled open the drawers, fumbled through the contents before her eyes fell on the rolling pin and she took ahold of it.

The only thing in this world that didn't frustrate her much.

As she went back to the hall with noisy steps, her eyes skimmed through all the boys ready for the day including little Zakariyya.

"Aw you guys look so cute."

She smiled and scrutinised their thoubs, igals, git and ghotra. The traditional Arabian costume wasn't very complicated but for the first timers, it could get a little tedious to handle. After showering kisses on the little dude dozing away in his father's arms she returned to her initial task.

Slapping the pin against her palms, she stood behind Gabriel's crouched figured and tapped his back with a finger.

"Gabriel, would you mind turning around and telling me how I look?"

She spoke softly and he shooed her away with his fingers without once bothering about it.

"Just please turn around Gabriel! If you want to live today that is."

She heard Derek's silent pleas but didn't turn to face him because just as curiously, Gabriel turned around and yelled when his eyes fell over the weapon. He fell back as his feet slipped and crashed his back against the television stand. Afra did not wait as she reached forward, pinched his ear with a hand and with the other swung the rolling pin in front of his face as she began lecturing him.

"You go right to your room and get dressed up in five minutes or you know I'm not hesitating in breaking your head today."

Gabriel groaned under his breath nonetheless did not argue as her grip loosened over his ear. He rubbed the spot while climbing up the stairs.

They all watched him until they heard his door shut with a bang and turned to Afra slowly.

"Nice tactic there wife."

She shrugged indicating at the rolling pin.

"Quite a nice one to straighten up a husband too you know."

Sulaaymaan rolled his eyes and threw an arm around her neck.

"Love you so much. How's your digestive system today though? The last night you couldn't eat much."

"Took you long enough to ask. Holding up well Alhumdulillah but I do feel a little weak. Whatever I eat I end up throwing up. I don't know what to do."

Sulaaymaan's eyes flashed with concern.

"How about some milk? Cold milk? You said that was fine? Should I get you some?"

She shook her head weakly. Although the pangs of hunger were making her feel dizzy she did not have the strength to take upon the task of throwing up everything all over again and to go through those few hours if nauseousness.

"Habibti, a little atleast. C'mon in shaa Allah a little won't do any harm if throwing up is what you're worried about."

He held her hand and after excusing themselves guided her through the hallway into the kitchen.

"Sit right there. Don't move. We have another few minutes before we plan on leaving and if you don't finish one glass of iced milk you're fired!"

She sighed suddenly feeling unenergetic to even mumble out a few words.

"From being your wife?"

He paused and turned over his shoulder to roll her eyes at her.

"No silly! Astaghfirullah, why would you say that? I meant from attending the ceremony."

She definitely was far from even managing to breathe but his remark made her burst into a fit of laughter.

He sure was aware of how to make her lose her mind even in the direst of matters with his innocent comebacks. Two years with this man and she was still growing to love him every single minute. Two years yet she fell hard for him every single time he smiled or particularly acted cheesy.

Two years was nothing in reality when they had vowed to only rest upon reaching Jannah.

In shaa Allah.

"There."

He placed the glass right in front of her, crossed his arms and settled down beside her and keeping his gaze fixed over her.

"Now you drink up the whole glass."

She clutched the glass and felt the condensed drops prick her with it's cold. She was hungry but she couldn't necessarily want anything to eat.

"Go on, time's ticking away."

She lifted the glass and after reciting a handle of prayers, began to drink sips of the milk and feel the liquid freshen up her insides. Soon after she gradually began gulping it down until the glass was empty and she banged it down on the table.

"Alhumdulillah, I drank well.....only hoping that it stays inside."

Sulaaymaan smiled wide and pulled her into a hug while patting her back until five minutes later, she burped lightly and he pulled away from her.

"There! That was a burp which signifies that the food is successfully settled into your stomach and into the baby's stomach in Shaa Allah."

Her smile grew and she nodded with a relieved sigh.

"I was so worried it would all happen again."

"I'm always here so don't fret and let's enjoy the evening in Shaa Allah."

Understanding the need of the hour, Sulaaymaan had built in a small personal masjid within the premises. He had always had that plan in the back of his head but certain other issues needed more attention and this little dream of his vanished somewhere into the others.

Until the last year.

By the will of the almighty, he had even hired a personal Imaam and Mu'azzin. Afra loved being in the masjid all the time and there was once when he had found her cuddled up in a corner after the Imaam had informed him before leaving. His sisters began to understand the importance of Salah better and they didn't miss their prayers as often. Afra would make sure to gather all of them for every prayer along with the Queen. They would sit there for hours together — sometimes even with the Imaam who would stay back to teach them stories of the prophets and the journey of Islam — and it would end up until midnight.

Overall he was relaxed about his sister's upbringing.

The Nikaah had just taken place and he had seen the Imaam off. He had silently taken a spot towards the exit while not disturbing the mixture of emotions in the atmosphere.

The girls and the women had all crowded around the bride and the groom which was why he could only see Gabriel's head pop through every now and then.

Marriage was a serious issue. It was of extreme importance that both the man and the woman were on terms with the idea — which — was not how Hafsa's initial case upon receiving Gabriel's preposition was.

She is a woman of aspirations and knowledge. Gabriel had said he didn't want to wait any longer as he had started acting upon the rules of Islam among which was fitnah.

Instantly he figured that it was wrong of him to wait anymore with marital desires. Hafsa and Gabriel share a healthy age difference but she still had not completed her education upto her expectations.

As that was the only area that seemed to be putting a barrier between the task, Gabriel wholeheartedly agreed to take upon that as his responsibility.

Ironically enough, that was exactly what Hafsa asked for meher.

"Sulaaymaan, what are you doing there? Come here!"

Afra shouted with her hands cupped around her mouth and he smiled and waved back.

Sure enough the crowd was a mix of frenzied colours.

It was a cool night unlike the humid months of summer. Majority of the others agreed that it was an unlikely weather and that Saudi Arabia didn't receive such blessings everyday.

"Seems to me that Gabriel and Hafsa share quite a deep bond. Everyone's going to remember their wedding as the one that infused Saudi Arabia in an environment of heaven."

Derek chuckled as he threw his arm over Gabriel's neck and punched him in the stomach.

"What are the plans for tonight? Cartoons?"

Kat asked jumping in between their pathway and bringing everyone to a halt.

Sulaaymaan quite oddly was envious of his sisters. Maybe it was that he had inherited more of their mother's genes than their father's because they sure were growing up better each day.

He wondered what he would have looked like had he inherited more of his mother's genes too.

More handsome?

"Welllll.....maybe and some other things too Habibti."

Inaya answered for the tiny girl while struggling to hold Zakariyya in her arms. The little kid's thumb was in his mouth as he kept sucking on it while examining his surroundings.

"Ukhti Inaya, let me hold the cupcake please."

He offered and she greatlefully passed him over. He began bouncing up and down in his arms and the little one began to shriek delightedly.

"Ooh looks like someone loves you a little too much."

Faaris rejoiced as he limped to come by his side while slapping his back. Sulaaymaan's smiled faded to a stillness. It had been two years but there was no looking back for Faaris. The guy was as cheerful as ever, that usual smile and the famous glint always in his eyes. His leg may have given up on him but he had not. Several hours in a week he took the rehabilitation classes and worked as much as he could towards improving his condition and doing everything in his power to try to bring upon a change.

He was improving very steadily though by the Almighty's grace.

"Maybe I should adopt him?"

Faaris burst out laughing, giving Sulaaymaan a glare.

"Over my dead Body......or maybe not. You can take him —" he lowered his voice and glanced from over his shoulder before whispering back in his ear," — Inaya will give me more Zakariyya's in Shaa Allah."

They both began laughing uncontrollably until they walked uptil the mansion while being pressed by everyone to share their joke.

They were going to celebrate the wedding and the reception a day later in the giant backyard surrounding a good view of a few natural beauties and under the stars. There was nothing as wedding planners or organizers that Gabriel and Hafsa had taken into consideration. Infact had it not been for Afra's pleas, they wouldn't have even bothered with having some family time in the least.

But just as a surprise for the newlyweds, Sulaaymaan had arranged for a little of the backyard to be organised and put together. The colour scheme was red and gold with a red carpet walkway laden with petals of white roses and jasmine. Afra had specified that Hafsa loved jasmine the most so he had kept that as a reminder. The tables were white, the plates and cutlery were gold. Large vases stood as centerpieces with a flag of their names written together and stuck to the large stock of the roses.

As they all walked into the opening, Hafsa let out a gasp while Gabriel stood with his mouth agape. Sulaaymaan smiled hearing the buzz of conversation filling with backyard from all corners while the couple seemed enthralled by the little gift he had managed to put up.

"Now let's all get settled and start with the evening in Shaa Allah."

Sulaaymaan suggested and urged the couple to move forward through the walkway while he himself sneaked way from the spot with Zakariyya still in his arms.

The podium was set over a high stage and Sulaaymaan had made sure to keep it right in the center so that none could have any difficulty while giving their respective speeches.

"Ahem ahem," he tapped over the microphone with his finger before continuing to speak once he had caught everyone's attention.

"Assalaamualaikum and a very beautiful evening to everyone here tonight. In the name of Allah, the most gracious and the ever merciful. I ask of him — the controller of the universe — to bless this pure bond between Gabriel and Hafsa. May you both become each others means of strengths and upliftment. May you both achieve great heights in life and the most important of all, Jannah in Shaa Allah. Now of course this venue and it's decoration wasn't necessarily what you both wanted but I felt the need to give you both the much deserved surprise. I pray that Allah Subhana wa Taa'la bless you both with the best of both the world." He paused to glance over at Zakariyya hopping in his arms while trying to reach out for the microphone. "Zaki says the same too."

Everyone began to laugh and he set his steps down and towards the table on the left. After a little contemplation, Afra took over the stage and stood before exhaling loudly into the microphone.

"Assalaamualaikum and a warm welcome to everyone present here. A hearty congratulations to both Gabriel and Hafsa and although initially I had differing views when it came to Gabriel — which I will continue to hold — I still firmly believe that there will be no man who can make her smile as well as he manages to. My prayers and Well wishes are always with you. May Allah continue to guide you both towards the right paths and make you the coolness of each others' eyes. If I were to continue to pray for you both, even a whole life wouldn't be enough. All I will say is, if at all, if at all, Gabriel hurts you or even raises his voice, I won't spare him. Um....I don't care about the entire clan we have to take care of his notorious ways but yeah I'm still always going to protect my little sister."

Inaya laughed with the others and slapped Afra's back as she got down the steps leading to the stage. Inaya climbed up, cleared her throat and rested her arms over the podium.

"Assalaamualaikum and a hearty welcome to all present here today. What a bright beautiful it has been. I start off by asking Allah — the master of the universe — to guide the newly wed couple and make them the coolness of each others' eyes. Allahumma Aameen. Unlike what Afra mentioned, I believe that there could be no man better than Gabriel himself who could make Hafsa smile the way she does and maintain that for a lifetime in shaa Allah. All I'd like to sincerely point out is that marriage is not easy, it never was even meant to be. We all know that everything is a test. Please be strong through thick and thin and make sure to understand each other while moving ahead in life. You both were meant to come together for a reason and make sure to fulfil your aims while holding each others hands. My little sister.....I love you."

She paused and choked back a sob. Afra comfortingly patted her back and helped her down the stairs. The Queen kissed both their heads and blessed them with a smile before proceeding towards the podium.

"Assalaamualaikum and a bright evening to all. My sincerest blessings with the couple of the show tonight. I cannot express my love and sincere regards to both of you. It has been quite a long time since I was a part of any blessed ceremonies. However or under whatever circumstances you came to marry each other, it was all a part of Allah's plan. You were destined to be. I am obliged to be a part of your wedding Hafsa as was your desire and wish. I pray for you always and I wish for the best of you."

Inaya and Afra both assisted her in climbing down and she exchanged brief greetings with Mariam as she took the next opportunity.

"Assalaamualaikum. What a splendid evening it has been! Quite unbelievable actually to see that I've lost both my daughters to two amazing men. How time flies really. I remember how they used to run about in their diapers, how I used to hold them in my arms, how much I had to struggle to get them to eat their food. It had all been a major struggle but I suppose it paid off in the best possible way. All I need now is a grandchild."

"Mama!"

Hafsa shouted before burying her head in Gabriel's arms. Everyone began applauding and laughing and cheering loudly.

Sulaaymaan put down an asleep Zakariyya into the crib they had got along and gently kissed his head before walking away.

Times have greatly changed. But the people living through it did not.

"I see that you can quite be the fatherly figure."

He turned around to find Afra standing with her arms crossed.

"Unfortunately you never did see Sulaaymaan's charm just as closely."

Afra snickered and slapped his arm.

"Geez so full of yourself."

Sulaaymaan stuck his tongue out and Afra walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I missed you."

She mumbled and he hummed in response before gently pecking her head.

"Not more than I did. You basically disappeared into thin air!"

She craned her neck up to meet his eyes.

"Sorry, it has been a crazy evening."

Sulaaymaan smiled.

"Not crazier than the times we've cracked together."

"Speaking of which, Hasan....erm....uncle Hasan....—"

"Was hanged. I didn't tell you? I guess it slipped my mind."

"He... really?"

Sulaaymaan chuckled softly and tightened his hold around her waist.

"Yes my love really."

"Alhumdulillah Alhumdulillah."

She muttered continuously in his arms.

"Never again will we have to worry about him or anything related in shaa Allah."

"Thank you so much. Now I am sure my digestive system is feeling better."

Faaris leaned over his wife's side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, making her gasp in shock at the unseen touch.

"Oh my god, you scared me!"

"Why fear when Faaris is here?"

She chuckled and choked on her laughter while changing a sleeping Zakariyya's shorts in the trolley.

"Darn you Faaris. That's the cheekiest line and you know that doesn't work on me."

Faaris slumped and huffed in disappointment but didn't take his hands off. He didn't want to and she didn't seemed to be too bothered. It had been quite a while since he last could shower some deserved affection over his wife who was heavily occupied with the wedding preparations.

"I know I know my monkey."

She turned around with a tissue box in her hand.

"Monkey? I'm your monkey?"

He shrugged.

"You're my entire zoo!"

She cracked into laughter, turning away from him and setting the box on the table.

"You're the weirdest. I don't even know how I came to fall for you."

"Ah ha! So you accept I'm the most amazing husband."

"Now now don't go about flying in the sky Abu Zakariyya. A story always has two sides."

Faaris tilted his head.

"I see.....just like how you have two or more sides."

She rolled her eyes, nudging his ribs with her elbow.

"Just like everyone else."

Faaris puckered his lips and leaned back in his seat.

"Guess somebody is unaware of how awesome their husband is?"

She turned around, coming up close to him and mimicking his voice.

"Guess somebody isn't aware of how powerful their wife is?"

"Well the wife didn't get me a gift like I did for her."

Inaya dropped the napkin from her hand and looked at him seriously.

"You actually got me a gift?"

Faaris' face twinkled with a little smile.

"Maybe yes, maybe no."

She frowned and slapped his arms.

"Stop teasing me. Did you actually get me something?"

He nodded and pulled out something from under his chair.

"Open up."

As he handed the box in her hands, her face glowed with a smile. He watched her as she impatiently tore opening the packing and gasped at what lay inside.

"No way! No way! You got me that purse?"

She turned to him with widened eyes. He smiled and lowered his gaze as tears began to gather in them.

"You never once asked for anything. Welllll......if we don't count the pregnancy cravings for which I had to sacrifice my precious sleep too. Seriously though, you're the best and I knew you always wanted to get that handbag for some reason."

She smiled and threw her arms around his neck. He gladly welcomed her in his arms and rested his head over her shoulder.

"You've grown fat."

He teased her and she slapped his back.

"I know okay! Don't remind me again you traitor. Try carrying a big baby in your tummy."

He chuckled and pulled her even more into his arms, chuckling as she grumbled something in his chest.

"But Faaris, how come you're gaining weight?"

"Hey!"

Both of them retired into a fit of giggles as somewhere in the air, the firecrackers started bursting and Zakariyya woke up crying from the sudden noise.

Faaris got up from his seat, took his son in his arms and whilst limping mouth signalled his wife.

"I think it's time for baby number two."

Gabriel hesitantly clenched his fists while sneaking glances at Hafsa's veiled face craned up towards the sky.

The fireworks show had gone up only a few seconds ago and Hafsa was already so lost in it that she had not heard him call her out for a few minutes.

Not having the disturb that twinkle in her eyes, he silently peered at her from a safe distance and not make it too obvious.

She may not be the best woman out there — as she regarded herself as while texting him with warnings — but to him there would be no other like her.

Innumerable times — sometimes over the texts they rarely shared or the phone calls he made during the hard times — she had given him a deep insight of her life. Ranging all the way from how easily moody she gets to how she didn't know most of the basic household chores.

In the end, all he could even consider worth being noticed was that she was blunt honest and a great supporter. She may have just talked to him with the intention of giving him prior notice of her true self — which he was already aware of though — but even in those talks all he could hear was her voice.

Just the voice.

It became his strength, his passion, his aim in life.

She taught him to aim higher than what one could set the limits at.

That sparkle in her eyes, that innocence in her words, that fierceness in her actions, that aim she always kept reaching out for. It all inspired him to strive harder than ever to atleast be a capable enough opponent or companion.

Not wanting to lose the essence of the moment, with a breath, he took ahold of her hand and interwined her fingers with his.

She snapped her head at him, her eyes searching his for an explanation.

"Do I need to explain myself? Just.....wanted to hold you as mine atleast now."

He mumbled and she instantly looked away, not really bothering about the fireworks anymore.

"Despite all that I told you about myself, you chose to stay. I'm....just humbled."

He smiled at his lap.

"I've always truly loved you Hafsa. Could be that the declaration wasn't effective enough but you have to know that I've always truly loved you. It has always been that way. Infact now that you're here — truly as my own — it's almost like a fireworks show is going on in me. So difficult to contain that happiness. I don't know what you may have held for me, but I promise, wallahi, you're the one of a kind woman I couldn't just let slip."

Hafsa sniffed from the other end, wiping away the tears from her eyes.

"Isn't it weird how fate works? How destiny plays it's role? How Allah has arranged a soulmate for every single human? Who could've thought that I'd find somebody as selfless as you. I remember all the times I'd been bullied about my skin tone, about my voice being too hoarse, about my actions being unlady like, about my body being a little unproportioned. I recall all those days even now. They all told me that I would never find anybody."

He tightened his hold and this time took then courage of turning to face her and encourage her to do the same.

"They didn't know how precious you were. They couldn't weigh down your uniqueness. They couldn't see what I could. Or maybe they weren't of the same level as you to understand what lay beneath."

She nodded.

"I don't even know what to say. Thank you so much for everything. And for your unconditional love. I'm..... actually really nervous. I don't even know what I could do to give you back the love that you bestowed upon me."

He tilted her head up so she could stop diverting her gaze and meet his own.

"Look into my eyes. Hold my hand. Hold me when I cry. Teach me what I don't. Because even now you're the best teacher I've come across. Don't let go. Don't feel self conscious. Don't ever call yourself ugly. Don't listen to what others say because you are the only world to me. Be by my side. Become a part of me. Be my soulmate. Take control over me. Can you do that for me?"

She burst into another fit of cries as he pulled her closer in his arms and gently swung side by side.

"I love you so much Hafsa. You're the only woman that ever can make me feel complete. What's my life without you now? It's all about you, for you are my Jannah."

« Assalaamualaikum Princesses ❤.

Okay okay, I can't even write muhc now. Too emotional.

I promise I'll make up for everything I missed out on.

Acknowledgments will compensate for everything. ❤❤❤❤❤

Love you all