NANDI MOOR
I wheeled my suitcase into the apartment and closed the door behind me. I kicked off my shoes and went straight to my bedroom. Kylie is sleeping peacefully on her aunt’s chest and aunt Zoe has her back balance on the pillow, also sleeping. It is 8 AM on a Saturday and they are probably not expecting me, especially when I only left yesterday.
I try my best to sneak out after leaving a peck on my daughter’s lips, only to be called back in by a whisper.
“Nandi! What are you doing here?” Zoe asks and lays Kylie comfortably on the bed and gets off, following me out of the room.
“I live here, Zoe,”
“I know, but I was expecting you tomorrow, not today, not as especially at this time of the morning,”
“Well, I changed my mind. Is there coffee? They serve horrible coffee on the
