In June, not long after my 8th birthday, Aunty Dijatu came visiting.
"I will see you next week then?" her husband said before leaving and all she did was nod, she didn't even see him off.
I woke up from the nap I was taking in Ammi's room and was about to go out of bed when I heard the door open and I stilled. I felt the bed sink in as they both sat down on it.
"How have you been?" I heard Ammi ask
"Fine I guess. Actually that's why I came. I needed to talk to you, not over the phone but face to face"
"I knew something was off your sleeves when you called to say you were coming, and then you were behaving all awkward around your husband, tell me, did you get into a fight with him?"
"I don't even know how to start explaining, we didn't get into a fight per se. But Amira you really
