The next morning, I had already packed my things for a week’s trip. I didn’t know where Leon would be taking me, but I had to follow his orders. He was no longer the same Leon as before and I understand.
“What’s with all the bags?” my Mom queried. She was in the living room, folding laundry with quick and precise movements. I could hear the soft rustle of clothes as she worked, the only sound breaking the silence.
“My boss will be having a business trip, so I need to be with him the whole time,” I replied without looking at her.
“Alright. But Felixia, we are running out of supplies here, and your brother needs his tuition fee to take the exam,” she reminded me. I looked at her, confused. Just last week, I had handed her some money – enough, I thought, to stock up on groceries for at le
