It's not easy to get an African parent to do that, but I did. My head only went lower then he turned me around and begged.
"Please come home Miriam."
"Don't call me that, I only bear it because it's my official name and I can't easily change it."
"Okay okay, Fiyin, please come home."
Just because of this rain.
I went into my room and picked up all I came with and locked up the doors and windows, I grabbed the pictures F.A.B gave me and left mom's painting on the easel. I took my keys and an umbrella and met him in the parlor.
"Fine," I grumbled.
He smiled and let me open the door and we walked out, I brought out my phone to see the lock properly then we left and into the Jeep we went. I settled in on the other side as he also sat, I carefully dropped my bag in the boot and bro
