Anjola
My throat tightened as I watched her continue to girl insults at me even to the point of switching to Yoruba.
"o jẹ eré nigbagbogbo pẹlu eyin eyan ọlọrọ."
She called me entitled and the worst part was she didn't even remember me, The daughter she carried for nine months. Surely it wasn't difficult for her to abandon me. I remembered the nights I cried only wanting her to come to my aid... How I had to face through my challenges myself and through it all I loved her but this encounter proved I had fooled myself for a very long time. She was happy with her son. I always imagined what would happen if I met her again... This was my answer, The reality of my question. My lips trembled while I fought with the tears threatening to pour.
"Mrs. Hansen, We are running late." The driver wh
