Later the next day, a little before dinner, I had just finished feeding the boys when my father walked into the room, his face sad and pale.
‘Dad,’ I rushed over and gave him a hug. He pulled me into his embrace and held on tight. I could feel him shaking and wondered what was wrong. Although I wanted to push him to find out, I felt it better to wait and let my father have this moment he desperately needed.
I heard Rual ask one of the staff to bring in some coffee and something light to nibble on. He whispered quietly and respectfully as he watched on at my father and my embrace. His body movement indicated he was in tears.
Her father took a deep breath and stepped back, his face full of concern and conflict.
‘Raymond, come and sit. Tell us what you have brought you here with a face so
