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About the author:
She has worked in the ministry as a teacher, preacher, playwright, fiction writer and biblical counselor for many years. After her husband suffered a debilitating stroke, Mikela became his caregiver and learned how to truly walk with God. She holds a BA in Film Production, a MS in Marriage, Family and Child Therapy and a M.Ed. in Principal Leadership. Founder of Writestanding Publications, Mikela now shares her experiences of faith, love, forgiveness and hope through her books.
What inspired you to write your book?
Her Right to Flight is a story of betrayal and forgiveness. I started to think about what the worse transgression could be in a marriage. Maybe bigamy is not the worse for some people, but it was a big enough idea to spark a story.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She sat in her car, at the park, drinking bourbon. There were teenagers sitting on the swings playing the kissing game. Swing back, swing forward, kiss. Swing back, swing forward, kiss again.
There was no one to talk to; no one to help. She could call Lovey. No, she couldn’t. Lovey and Halina could be cousins for all she knew. Gen wondered if Jayson had “acquired” Halina the same way Marcus got Lovey. It could not be. Jayson was too sophisticated for that. But maybe not. Everything she thought she knew was now being put to question. Was he that unhappy in their marriage? Why couldn’t I see it?
There were plenty of times in their marriage when they had fights and Gen screamed “You don’t love me!” but it was just a manipulative move to inspire guilt and get what she wanted. Never did she imagine the day would come that she would have proof that Jay really didn’t love her.
If he did not want her anymore, why didn’t he just ask for a divorce? Why keep up the facade?
“I’m going to call the police,” she spat. “Bigamy is still a crime in this country. It’s not the bible days.”
She thought of Sarah giving her servant to Abraham. Poor Sarah wanted children just that badly. Gen did at one point too. They tried to inseminate twice, but lost the baby each time.
Gen did not have the emotional energy to try again. Ten thousand dollars down the drain that she could have had liposuction with.
“That’s why his kid is a retard!”
Gen was ashamed of herself for saying that out loud. It had to be the liquor talking. She would never speak that way sober.
“And why an Asian woman?” Should her ethnicity matter? It should not have, but somehow it stung more.
Did it matter anymore? He’d likely be dead in a few weeks. “He’ll get exactly what he deserves if he burns in Hell.”
Gen still wanted answers she could only get from him. The most logical thing to do would be to write down her questions. She got out a pad and pen and wrote what looked like Sanskrit.
The two teens had crawled in a small tunnel that preschoolers scoot through.
Gen watched as they made out; their hands wildly running up and down each other’s backs.
Heat rose from Gen’s belly to her head as she watched. She pulled the Mercedes door handle and stumbled out of the car. She swayed her way over to them yelling, “Get out of there, Stupid Girl! He don’t love you!”
The girl pulled her shirt down and scooted out.
“You think they love you but they don’t. They just want your cookies, then they throw you away like a used tissue.”
“Get out of here!” the irritated boy yelled, ducking his head out of the tunnel.
“Like snot in a tissue! Like you’re something disgusting and useless!”
The girl was sure, “He loves me!”
“He hates your stupid butt,” Gen said as the summer wind blew her tears into her ears.
“Go away!” the girl yelled.
“Get out of there before it’s too late!” Gen screamed, pointing down the street.
Gen stomped her sandal hard on the ground “Just go now!!!”
The boy got out and hailed a passing car. It was the police.
Gen kept screaming even when the policeman guided her to his car.
“Calm down, Ma’me and show me your ID,” he said.
“But she’s going to get pregnant and ruin her life!”
“She probably will,” the officer said as he helped her into his back seat.
Gen saw the teens walking down the street hand in hand as she rode in the back of the police car. The officer could have cited her for public drunkenness but he drove her home instead.