Curled up in Buchi's arms now, Dera pondered deeply, over the story he had told her. "That's not an excuse tho... but I feel him." she sighed. "You know, losing a parent... the trauma... " she trailed off, somber now because of a memory she had stirred up.
"When my dad died, it hurt me a lot; but it did worse to my mom — it drove her insane — It broke her, so much that even after so many years, she still hasn't gotten over the shock; because in a bid to mend her shattered heart, she hardened it, leaving no space for love — not even for me." she confided in Buchi.
"You really had a rough childhood. I'm sorry you had to experience all that." he kissed her on the forehead, as if to takeaway her sorrow.
"Yea... well I'm glad you're not on this table" Dera shrugged.
"Na... not really. M
