Cedrick.
I delayed my steps as my eyes perked on my father shaking hands with his visitors, probably wishing them a good rest as he yawned heading back into the living room. I peered at my wristwatch. It was a few minutes past five in the morning, the Packhouse rustling and booming, and the workers were walking around nonstop trying to get one or two done. Some carried chairs and decoration crates, and some cut and fixed the different types of beautiful flowers in a pot.
The ceremony is today! A few hours into the day the ceremony is meant to start and here is me…confused at levity.
"Are you going to stand there forever Cedrick?''My father's voice pulled me out of my daze. I blinked tiredly heading for the door as he stood watching me worriedly. I didn't even realize that he saw
