AN UNFINISHED WOMAN
Only she, knew the rampage that could be caused in her mind by her anger. You see,when someone made her angry, she was not just angry at the person, she was also angry at herself. For allowing herself to get angry, for being late that morning, for being too nice, for texting Oliver last week, Oliver whom she thought was different from the others. She can't remember how she became so angry. For allowing things to happen to her, for being the victim, the one who needs pity, attention, love, and Oliver to text her back. This anger, it caused torrents of tears down her cheeks, it caused a whirlwind of chaos that her little troubled head that was too small to contain it. Anger....it had now become a familiar feeling. One that took root and never left. They called her auntie Zola. Such a befitting name for an auntie. Only she didn't feel like one because she didn't think she matched up to the standards of an auntie yet.Aunts are for birthdays, for good time stories and somet