Rebecca.
“Mum, Mum” the sweetest voice I have come to love and cherish called out to me while gently tucking at my side.
I blinked my eyes open to see my 4-year-old son staring down at me with expectations in his eyes.
“Hey, good morning Lucas, how are you?” I asked while tiredly yawning and stretching on the bed.
“You are late for breakfast Mom,” he said with a smile that revealed his beautiful set of milky teeth.
My eyes immediately went to the clock on the wall, it was 9:30 am. Hearing him talk about food made my stomach rumble.
I had gone late to bed because I needed to go through some files that Charles, my accountant had brought for me.
I was about to reply to Lucas who kept gawking at me when my Aunty walked into the room with one of the maids.
“Lucas, I told you not to co
