Amaka's POV:
"Mommy, why don’t you like my Daddy?" Jason asked me as we entered the compound that led to our apartment.
"I don't know. Maybe because he is not as handsome as you," I told my son, and he frowned.
"But he is my Daddy," he innocently replied, to which I said, "I know, but not mine. You saw my Daddy, didn't you?"
"Yes, we saw your daddy. When are we going to see mine?" Jason asked, and I told him, "Later. Tell me, what did your class teacher teach you today? Did she give you any assignments at all?"
I tried to shift the topic, and Jason replied, "Yes. She gave me homework. But I haven't done it. It's two-letter words, so I know that simple homework."
I smiled, knowing that Jason had watched a lot of educational kids' channels before he started preschool. He was highly int
