192 Everyone Has A Skeleton In Their Cupboard

Marissa paced up and down her bedroom, unable to contain her stormy rage. Her misty eyes were filled with anger, pain, and vengeance.

All Nana Esther earlier said kept reverberating in her head.

"I should have slapped that evil witch when I had the chance." Marissa struck her right clenched fist into her left palm fiercely; causing her soft palm to hurt.

"Oh, Marissa!" She lamented. "You are losing your feisty touch. How can a small girl like that evil witch come into your terrain to overthrow you? Are you going to sit down and let that happen? Definitely not! I will put that girl in her rightful place."

After a few minutes, she stopped pacing as one of Nana Esther's statements hit her like an electric wave.

"Yes!" She looked up to the ceiling, beaming. "Nana Esther was right! I am not a bad person! Not at all! I am an amazing wife, mother, and daughter."

She quoted the first part of Nana Esther's statement and trashed the rest.