Months in Walker’s arms, months coupled with sleepovers with the girls and moths seeing Qwesi start school in the most adorable way, months watching my mother gradually picking up the pieces. Months living a regular and normal life till I heard noises coming from the kitchen late night. At fight I thought it was all in my head till the crushing sounds of metals was heard. Picking my bed-side lamp I marched slowly on the steps in bid not to make my presence know. The voices became audible as I neared the living room.
Dad?
I quickly made my way to the kitchen and yes my guess was right. Dad stood over mom holding her captive at the sink looking like he was on drugs.
“Dad?” he shot at me and the look in his red eyes made me shiver in an uneasy way but I wasn’t going to let him see that!
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