“Do you think my mom is also in heaven?” she asks.
“No, nana your mom…” I stop midway because I don’t know why her mom is not with her.
“Oh, she just doesn’t want me?” She sits on my bed and stares out of the window a hadeda bleats incessantly as if he, too, knows the sorrow holding up the walls in this house.
“I think you will, you can’t help yourself where he’s involved.” She chuckles, “don’t worry mina I will babysit.” She laughs again. She hugs Amahle and then kisses me on the cheek, “let me go check out our new baby.” She winks and gallops off.
“I know, I’m sorry. But what am I supposed to do now, the child is dressed and excited.”