When I get back, Julia isn’t home, but her mom is. She’s in the kitchen, humming as she prepares a meal. Seeing how perfect her family is makes me jealous. My parents had to separate, or rather, my dad left. I still don’t know what pushed him to abandon us, but we definitely needed him to be around.
“Hey, Mrs. Ndati.”
“Pree? You’re back?” She asks, smiling at me when she sees me.
“Yeah.”
“How was the interview?” she asks.
“It went well.”
“Good. Julia left for her first class, but she’ll be back in an hour. Come, sit down, and let me get you something,” she says, pointing at a chair.
“I’m okay, I just came to grab my things and thank you for hosting me,” I tell her.
“Oh, I’m glad your mom is letting you go back home.”
“She hasn’t. I’ll be renting a place,” I explain.
“That’s ridic
