THREE knocks shook me then hurriedly opened the door. It was eight o'clock in the morning but I still did not go down.
"Sister, why?"
"Clark called mommy. Candy was taken to the hospital. She vomited and vomited."
I was stunned.
"Where are you going? Why are you packing?" its a question. His eyes were on the bed.
My belongings are scattered there. On the other side of my bed were my two suitcases.
"I'm going home with Cali," I replied. The door was loosened so that he could enter permanently.
"Why are you still coming back there?"
"I really live there, sister. I left a job there," I replied reluctantly.
"And what do you call this house? Rest house? And us? We are your family, Zairene. What you left there is just work."
"Come on, sister. I can't afford to stay here anymore. C
