Jennita’s pov
“Uncle Jamal, what about me?”
With folded arms, I follow the voice of my children to the indoor pool house. Jamal’s laughter echoes down the hallway, and I can’t help but smile at the scene I met once I rounded the corner and walked in.
The indoor pool house was where Jamal liked to soak in and relax after a tiring business trip, mainly where he just liked to cool down or be alone. The place was spacious with climate-controlled structures, enabling natural light to filter in from the large windows.
At its center is an Olympic-sized swimming pool with crystal-clear water, surrounded by smooth tiles decking. The air was warm and slightly humid, carrying the usual faint chlorine scent as I leaned by the entrance, watching the trio with a humorous smirk, a proud gleam in my e
