The boys never really noticed how bad the situation had become.
For them, life still felt normal.
But not for Praise.
She was the only one who seemed to understand what was really happening in the house.
Sometimes she would quietly ask me how her father was doing, because Richard was slowly hurting inside.
Most of the time he stayed in his room.
Whenever we played cards in the living room, I would sometimes call him to come join us.
We tried to distract him and get Mamutsi out of his mind.
But it never really worked.
I could always tell when he wasn’t in the mood.
So I stopped pushing.
One morning I thought I was alone in the house.
At least that’s what I believed.
I was sitting in my room listening to music through my headphones when suddenly I heard a cough coming from Richa
