For the past few days, I've been spending time in my room. MaDlamini has been asking me uncomfortable questions. And dropping hints. Her son is the one who promised her six babies not me. And when I told her she makes me uncomfortable. She was offended. So I decided to stay in my room. But today I decided I can't hide forever. So I head downstairs, there's no one in the kitchen and the wine rack is empty. MaNgubane must have been drinking wine the whole time. As if that will change the situation. After making a cup of coffee I find everyone watching TV in the sitting room. I take one of the car magazines from the coffee table.
Seeing a Mercedes Benz reminds me that day after tomorrow is my birthday. And for the first time ever, I'm not looking forward to it. I doubt anyone in this house
