As if last night wasn’t awkward enough, I find Sabelo with his mini-family in the kitchen. His mistress is making breakfast while Siyamthanda entertains them with stories. I greet them and I head to the cupboard to make myself a bowl of corn flakes, then I head to the sitting room.
“Did you tell her?” I heard the lady asking Sabelo when I entered the sitting room. I can’t hear Sabelo’s reply because he isn’t loud. I even doubt he replied until the mistress says it makes sense. I didn’t even realise that I stopped to hear what Sabelo had to say.
“We are off to work and, since you have nothing important to do, watch Siyamthanda.” The nerve.
“Since you are working, hire a babysitter or take him to day care.” I told her. I look at Sabelo, I can’t even mask my disappointment and hurt. This g
