Riga Number Four

 

 

Riga Number Four

Riga held the baby. It was light brown coloured. Her number four. It was a boy unlike three girls. This large size small baby was fathered by Pedro. In this reality Riga and he were together. There were no issues. Pedro had left his legal wife. Moved to another country and changed his numbers and emails. His ex-wife had no way to find and harass him. He was a ghost to her. Pedro moved in with Riga. The other kids lived there. Their home was in a town near Dhaka. Riga’s mother lived there too. All were happy. Riga doted over the baby. She fed big/little Vega when needed. And sang to him. Pedro played guitar to this. The baby adored it. These early years passed quickly. They weren’t small forever. Pedro worked as a delivery driver distributing bottled water. Riga worked at home for a small call centre. There would be no more working abroad. She was home now with her family and new fiancée. There were different realities. In this one all were fine. Riga came to terms with her father dying. She went to his grave once a fortnight to light a candle. Dhaka was a modern city now. The political instability was over. People concentrated on living life and their own wellbeing. Vega was destined to have a good future. Riga and Pedro promised not to fight, to openly communicate and work any issues out. He promised to always be true to her. Pedro wished they had met twenty or more years ago. That was uncontrollable. They worked with what they had. That was themselves and their family. Make each day count for they passed quickly.

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