Keya
My hand trembled as I slowly reached out and pressed the doorbell. My heart rate quickened as I anticipated a response from the other end. At some point, I thought of leaving but the door was opened quicker than me implementing my plan. “Keya?”
“Hi, Mother,” I said, a smile forming on my lips. “Sorry for bothering you this early morning.”
“Bothering me? Don’t be silly. Come in my dear.” She caught me off guard. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me with her inside.
“You came right on time. I’m almost done with breakfast. Make yourself comfortable. Or do you want to go to Vivian’s room? That lazy girl is still sleeping.”
“No, I’m fine. I will just-”
“Mother who are you talking to?” A sleepy Vivian walked out of her room. I almost laughed at her disheveled hair. “Keya? What are yo
