I met Walker at the door with his present stretched forward like it was mine to take.
“Welcome”
“Thanks for having me, ugh where do I put this?”
“Give it to the birthday boy yourself”
“Wow I missed you” I rolled my eyes at him before walking him to the balcony where everything was being carried out.
“Walker. I’m glad you could make it” Mom said.
“Thank you for having me” minutes after or neighbors were trooping in with their children filling the place up. One could literally hear the happy voices of children from afar.
“Can I help?” Walker’s voice sound behind me from the kitchen.
“Uh sure, please check to see if the chicken is ready and remind me to take a pack of water to the children”
Thankfully our cake arrived in time to sing a happy birthday song to Qwesi and only God knew
