Sunset Lily (part 1)
It was a cold rainy day, Celia decided to look out the window over at the backyard, she watched as the rain fell upon the grasses, as the huge mango tree standing at the centre of the yard danced in array to the rhythm of the rain as it poured upon it, the leaves swayed in amenity with the wind. The mango tree was all that was left of the trees her daughter Prov had planted 25years ago after her first agric class. Prov was only 4 years old then, with enthusiasm burning in her eyes. Celia felt a wave of déjà vu creep through her spine. As the rain got heavier, she became immersed in thought. Her daughter Providence is now grown, she had sharp piercing eyes, dark skin and perfectly lined face. She had a striking resemblance to her father. Everyone had thought it was the ordeal that followed the disappearance of her father before her birth. Even though she had never seen him, she embodied him in attitude. She produced the tone of his voice in h...