I've seen his pictures. My dad made sure I knew his face. If things went according to my dad, he was going to tell me in a later stage that even though he's my dad, and we share the same surname, he's not my biological father. But his family beat him to it. Especially family members who were against me using his surname. I look at my dad, he shrugs. I look at my mom. She's pissed and she tells me to sit down by pointing at one of the couches. The boys are in Afrika's room. The man is here with an older couple, I'm assuming they are his parents, 3 women, I'm assuming they are his sisters and 3 men, I'm assuming they are his brothers. My phone rings while I open my mouth to greet them. I call Cairo to answer the phone and I pray my little brother doesn't tell Zizwe the truth. He takes the ph
