Eros
"You're looking thin, Eros. Are you eating enough?" My mother's concerned face fills half the screen, her reading glasses on the end of her nose as she leans closer to the camera.
"I'm eating fine, Mom," I assure her, adjusting my own screen so she can see me better." Thank you, but you worry too much."
My father's face appears next to my mother's as he squeezes into the frame." What your mother means is that you're working too hard. When are you coming to visit? The guest room's been ready for weeks."
The familiar guilt tugs at me. It's been over two months since I've seen them, even though they only live an hour outside of Accra Central in the house I bought them five years ago.
A modest but comfortable place that my father had initially resisted - " We don't need charity from
