My mouth went dry in mere seconds. And all I could do was stare at the woman. She stared at me too, before I slowly saw her mouth curl up into a smile.
Her smile was exactly like Abba's, including the way her eyes crinkled on the sides. She has beautiful grey eyes, which were lined with kohl, and a few grey hairs peeking from the wrapper she draped over her head.
She wore a green and black patterned ankara, sewed into a blouse, with a wrapper that was tied over the blouse, and another she placed over her head. A walking stick in one hand, and a kolanut in the other.
"I...you..." I started, but the words wouldn't come. I swept my gaze from a smiling Aiden, to Mama who was smiling and laughing at the same time, to Baba who was looking at me with affection and finally, to Mav, who stood wi
