Three weeks later, we’re in Akure to see my in-laws. My mother-in-law wants to see her grandchildren. The boys dash into the house and immediately begin exploring it as Dayo and I unload the car.
“Mummy would love these clothes right?” I ask him about the clothes I bought for her and my mother in Kenya.
“Yeah,” he replies half-heartedly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…”
I sense a hesitation in his response, is he hiding something from me? Continue reading “I See You Through the Peephole Part 10”