Falsely Accused
Fifty-Eight.
It’s Friday morning and just a day to the big day. I am finally going to meet the woman. The strange woman.
My guardian angel, the woman who on many occasions has been my protector and the person who claims to be fulfilling the promise she made to my late mother.
The person who in many ways says she says she knows Naomi so well and wants to tell me things I do not know about her.
I am a bit excited and a bit nervous.
‘’Good morning my daughter?’’ dad greets when I walk out of my bedroom to the living room. He looks fresh and all dressed up. I wonder what the occasion is. He is such a neat man.
He loves his work done in order and most of the time he does it himself.
‘’Good morning dad. How was your sleep?’’
‘’It was a smooth night. You slept well?’’
