I talked with my mother for a couple of minutes. She was catching me up on what was going on — on earth while I was not there. And just to distract myself, I asked her to tell me how her relationship with Mr. Zimba was going.
She refused at first, telling me she and he were just friends. That they were just in-laws. But they were far from that. They liked each other. Heck, they loved each other.
She only told me the truth after I insisted. But just to make me fill comfortable, she told me I was going to be her number one love. That I had a say in her relationship with my father-in-law. But she deserved happiness.
My world was full of insanity, and she deserved none of that. She had no powers to keep herself safe, so it was only fair that she stayed far away from all the madness.
But th
