“Son please, listen to me… I know this is very sudden but it is time… your father is in his late sixties and wants to be done with the company and its affairs altogether. You know this better than I do”, my mother replied, trying to reason with me.
“You could’ve at least talked to me before you went and finalized the engagement… do I not have the right to choose which girl I want to spend the rest of my life with?”, I said through my teeth.
“Do not start with that flimsy excuse… we have been badgering you with the same question for years now…’ Daniel, do you like any girl in your college?’...’ Daniel, do you fancy any woman in your life?’...’ Daniel, here’s the picture of a girl I think you would like.’ And you always shrugged off my questions… like they meant nothing. What else could I
