Amaka's POV;
Still in the living room of Aunt Ann's house, my phone rang, and I wondered who was calling me again.
Seeing the unknown number, I pondered whether it was Joseph or my family calling me, so I hesitated to pick up the call.
"Come, Jason. Let's go into the room and sleep. It's getting late," I told my son as I moved over to the couch to join him, just after I rejected the incoming call.
"Why, Mom?" Jason frowned, his handsome fair face contorting into a deep scowl. He loved cartoons and was perfectly perched on the living room's black couch, not wanting to get down.
He simply had no plans of going to bed early tonight.
"Do you want to stay here in the living room alone? I am tired, and I need to rest. Also, you have to go to school tomorrow, at least before we take a break
