I am Mikhaila.
I have met the most wonderful man and we have a beautiful life together. He loves me and he respects me. He listens carefully to what I have to say and he doesn’t judge me. He gives me the space to express myself, and he encourages me to pursue my passions.
I love Zee. I cherish the little boy. I think I used to be scared of him, of looking after him. In fact, I think I used to be scared of a lot of things, but I can’t remember what exactly, or why. But, I’m not scared of Zee anymore. I love being with him. I love looking after him, holding him tight against my body as we both stare out of the window at the world as it flows by below our apartment. I love doing that: standing inside, safe, warmed by the afternoon sun, and staring at the world outside, wandering just where everyone was going and what they were doing. Zee would sit on the windowsill, in my arms, captivated by the colors, lights, people and motion of a new and exciting world as it rushed past our quiet refuge.
I proposed to Brett, and I arranged an engagement party. He said yes, and we had a wonderful evening celebrating our engagement with his students and my close friends.
I’ve learnt to love. I’m not sure if I’ve loved anyone before or not, but I know I love Zee, and Brett. I have such beautiful memories of our time together: lying under the tree at the pool; running after Zee as he bounded away over the grass; picnicking on Camps Bay beach as the sun went down; chasing the birds at the Kirstenbosch botanical gardens; kissing and rolling around with Zee on the grass in a small park nestled up against the side of Table Mountain.
I treasured those times and those memories.