He had left.
The boys had retired to their quarters . The sunset was mellow and we both gathered around her. Mother was happy, she looked younger and better than the old pictures in my phone.
She was boiling a big pot of water with dinner plans for turkey. My sister had never had turkey in her life; I had, just just a few weeks ago.
I had stayed home longer than she and in many years, we were finally together. We were a family again. We were home and as our hearts laid with each other, we were whole once again.
I could proudly cancel on my friends and say, ‘nko home, ntakupigia baadaye.”
… but that wasn’t enough, I wanted answers.
I was accepting the few changes but I needed mother to say something.
“There are good men out there,” she continued, “both of you are beautiful, you are learned and you are now considered from a good wealthy family.”
We deserved it.