It was 11pm.
“What’s wrong?” Fadza asked me, concerned.
I was sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow so tight listening to sad songs. “You know what’s wrong….”
Let’s rewind 3 hours earlier.
We were at my inlaws place because my youngest bil is back from the UK for holiday, and we all greeted him with open arms. The kids were so excited especially and they gathered around his suitcase to see if he got them any chocolates/toys/cookies/toys/lollipops/toys from there. It was happy all round, everyone had huge smiles on their faces because the whole family is complete now – everyone is together having dinner.