: About Me

The love I had with Timmy, begins with the death of my husband. I had become the icy queen, and I thought my heart had long been dead the very day i was robbed of my husband by his terminal illness. At the initial stage of my widowhood, my family and friends would drop by to check on me, to see that I am doing well, whenever they could. Their kindness was regarded as sympathy. Sympathy was not what a bitter old widow like me needed. It made me more depressed and the sorry look everyone had in their eyes, only pinned me down, and made me weak. It made me dive into the throes of my lonelines...