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At midnight, when the coolest of breeze would be injected into the system of many. It would make wailing babies sleep and the trembling old folks dream, while the young ones see visions.


But at Midnight for Kimberly, it was different and uncanny. She was tied and wrapped in a stymied force of trepidation and her unbearable fate.


It was exactly 12am, when the chiming Clock in her draughty bedroom made her heart skip. It was time for her to make her fate her best friend. She had been forced by her servile Mother, to marry one of these old men. She had to be a trophy wife, because her Mother wanted her to do so.


She had the most beautiful shade of cinnamon skin, a coaxing voice and almond shaped eyes but she was a becoming a frail, ugly and worthless hag, just like her Mother who ended up with her Father many, many years old.


Her Father was now old enough, never setting his dim eyes on her or telling her how beautiful she looked anymore. He used to be everything to her until he was scuppered down with a terrible malady. Her Mother never really did anything to help her old and dying Father. She was only a trophy wife and a rusted old trophy she was.


Kimberly felt so resentful that she was going to end up heartless like her Mother was to her Father. She was so indignant, sulking like a baby at the thought of laying next to the gaunt looking Husband and trying to bring pleasure to his old bones and frail flesh.


Her Mother would always say, Do it for the Money. Don't think too much. Use your head and not your heart. She wondered if that was also the reason she was the only existing Child of her Parents union. She had no Siblings, the thought made her think deeply some more, making her fight back the urge for a shut-eye.


It was past 12am and she could hear some noises downstairs. It was too loud, making her fret. She heard her Mother's loud cries, making her heart palpitate.


"Kimberly, come and rescue your Father from death. Kimberly, please come and help your Father," Her Mother wailed like a siren.

Kimberly knew the hour had come. She knew her Father was dying, just like her fresh age and young life was oozing away from her soul. She wanted to slap the cold hands of death off her Father but she resisted the powerful urge, taking control of her tremulous body.


"Kim, Kim! Please, come and help us!" Her Mother chanted once more, before a reverberation of ululate filled the whole ambience of the house and beyond.


Kimberly looked outside her Window and wished her Husband would be dead already as well, before running out of her room to be with her Mother and inanimate Father.