REINA
A week has passed since and I'm back to training with the shaman. Even though I have lost a lot of time in the past year in that asylum, Papa Tunde has asked me to still recover slowly. This time, I intend to heed his advice.
It's been a week since I heard the words from my son's mouth,
"Who is my father? I want to meet him."
And even though I managed to shrug off his concern with a lame excuse, I can still see that it lingers in his mind.
He is okay with his mother being back and around now, but he still wants more. A pup needs his father.
I haven't told him who his father is or what his father did. I had managed to tell him that his father was dead before, but he looked too innocent to know who his father was now and I can't bear to see him hurt again.
"You will meet your fa
