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NNEKA'S DIARY XXXVI

I asked Kunle once, "Do you ever think about Angela and wish things had been different?"

He was quiet for a moment.

"I wish she had gotten help. I wish Mary still had her mother. But wishing doesn't change what is."

He held my face in his hands.

"What is… is you. And I don't wish that away."

Final Thoughts.

I didn't plan to fall in love with a widower.

I didn't plan to be a stepmother.

I didn't plan to forgive a man for flirting with me while he was still married.

But life is not a plan. It is series of choices.

I chose to attend that burial.

I chose to stay when I wanted to run.

I chose to ask the hard questions.

And I chose to say yes.

Now, sitting here in our home, with Mary's drawings on the fridge, Grace's loud music playing from her room, and Kunle's jacket draped over the chair — I can honestly say:

I would not rewrite a single page.

Thank you for journeying with me.

THE END

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