“I... I brought you something.". My mother said, her voice unnaturally cheerful trying to break the tension that had settled over us like a heavy fog.
“You did?” I asked, forcing a smile.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate ancestral necklace.
The intricate gold chain gleamed in the light, adorned with tiny emeralds that had seen generations of women in our family.
"This is beautiful, Mumma.". I whispered, running my fingers over the cool surface of the necklace.
“And this..". My mother added, pulling out a small, neatly wrapped package. "This is for Shakur.". She said.
My smile faded slightly as I took the wrapped package..
"What is this, Mumma?” I asked, eyeing the package as though it might bite.
“Just a small gift for him..".
