Anniyah was not feeling good today, her head hurt and she was in pain. She wanted to be in her husband's embrace and for him to kiss away all her pain. She missed him so badly even though she spoke to him everyday for a bit, but it wasn't the same as seeing each other. Plus in the morning, as soon as she went down her stepmum said to someone on voice message that anniyah has just come down now after thirteen hours. It pissed anniyah off because she'd been awake since quarter past seven in the morning and doing things like brushing teeth, washing her face sorting out her bed and doing her skincare routine took time but negativity is always thrown at me. Anniyah spoke to her husband, he told her her cousin sister who had given birth had come home work is going ok at home and now his friend had called him for some work. Anniyah told him she missed him, he said me too she hated the distance they had to face but they had to be patient. She couldn't wait for the day when they could be together in the same country and room, her heart ached. Anniyah wanted to run from her thoughts, the pain she felt and wanted to cry out loud. Her eyes always went on the suitcase in her room, if it was up to her she'd get it packed and go to her husband where her heart and mind always were. Only she knew the storm she fought everyday by herself, sometimes her eyes would look at the empty side of her bed where she'd love to see him and at times she imagined him there but her eyes and mind would remind her it's not real. She felt empty, she felt so lonely despite living with her family 💔.