Epilogue

2 Years Later

“Clary! Bring me the file.” I shout while sitting in my office. Clary comes in running and gives me the file. I start going through the file but stop when I still sense her presence. I look up at her, “You may leave now.” She fidgets with her hand and speaks, “Your Mama has come to meet you.” I open the file again and say, “Tell her to wait in the living room.” She straightens her back and continues, “But it’s your birt-” I angrily close the file and say, “Yeah, social media has made me aware of that. Will you leave now?” She nods and leaves.

I just don’t understand why everyone is so hyped about my birthday. I can’t celebrate my birthday on my dad’s death anniversary. It awakens everything in me that I have pushed at the back of my mind. Being a Queen helped with coping with the death. I got to hide behind my responsibilities.