I am back home or rather, my new home. Mama said she had all our things moved while I was at work, and is hoping I won’t mind moving in. How can I mind? I have my father and brother back in my life; there is nothing more I could wish for. I walk to the kitchen to check if mama is there so I can say hi.
“Hi, mama,”
“Hello, Katherine,” Oh my God, mama just called my full name. I am in deep s**t; because mama never calls my full name except when I have done something wrong.
“Where were you last night?” She says with a straight face.
“Mama, I can explain,” I say stepping close to her to try and calm her down.
“I am listening,”
“I went out with Enzo. I know you are going to say, ‘why did I not tell you before leaving.’ But the thing is, I did not plan to leave with him last night. I had a
