CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN
“It really is you,” She muttered after feeling her palms on my face for the millionth time. Tears gathered at the slit end of her eyes, falling down her ruddy cheeks that looked a little sunken, with her skin looking a tad wrinkled which seemed premature for a woman her age.
“Aunty,” I called despite my own teary state.
I had truly missed her and seeing her here been the most unexpected turn of event. With the help of Theo, we had laid her on her mat outside her house. She was very sick and frail that it broke my heart to see her like that.
“You look just like your mother,” she whispered, more tears rolling down her face.
“Where is she? Nothing would give me greater joy than reuniting with her. The last time I laid my eyes on you, she was leaving the p
