I went to my parents'house early today because later I'll cook again and go to Rozzean's house. Even though my visit last night didn't go well, it didn't diminish my desire to try again to seek his forgiveness.
"What are you doing here early this morning, Tangi?"
I stood beside Daddy while he was having coffee. My hands, still reddened from the burns last night, were hidden behind me.
I didn't inform them that I'd be coming today. I didn't send a text or call my siblings, nor did I leave any messages or calls for Mommy.
"I know that look on your face, Tangi."
Mommy looked at me, smiled, and didn't say anything. I'm nervous about what I'll confess to them, including the burns on my hands and arms. They will surely worry about me.
"Dad... I just want to know about... Luther."
"Why him
