Chapter Seventeen
Becca
For once my parents' fussing didn’t bother me at all. Having more of our own things with us, like my favourite throw to snuggle up under at night, and Laurel's huge array of toys, made it feel less like we were a burden and more like we belonged. With my mother’s Kenyan heritage, she had never understood my need to be so independent, forever telling me that it took many people to raise a child successfully. I didn’t tell her that it was the fact that our own house when I was growing up was always so full of family and friends, with hardly ever a minute to ourselves, that made me want to move out at the earliest opportunity to get some longed for peace and quiet. But maybe my mother had a point, that you couldn’t do everything yourself.
The last few weeks had show
