When I woke up it was just an normal day, just like any other. But I could've neer been so wrong about that. I got dressed and went downstairs, prepare something to eat for myself. I really wasn't in the mood to make a big lunch for myself and boyfriend, blame it on the nightshift.
'Sweety, do you want me to make something to eat for you?' I yelled from the kitchen. 'Yeah sure, what are you making?' I walked out the kitchen. 'I am making chicken sandwich.' I looked at Maarten. 'That…Continue