I’m sitting on the couch watching TV. Siyamthanda left an hour ago. I don’t know why they left him with me for a week. His mom didn’t even call to check up on him. And when she fetched him today, she gave me an attitude. Yesterday we slept at my parents’ place. Siyamthanda enjoyed spending time with my family. He didn’t want to come home today and my family didn’t want him to leave. Hell, I didn’t want him to leave. Kids really make a house a home and a better place. My phone rings when I’m about to go to the kitchen for a glass of juice. It’s an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Hey it’s Siyanda. I wanted to tell you that we got home okay.” This voice is not familiar. It didn’t even click that it might be Siyamthanda’s mom until I heard him asking to speak to me. But his mom declines. I don’t e
