Her Father's son II

"Mommy, owu gini?"

She asks her daughter as she walks into the kitchen crying. She can barely make out what she's saying as she struggles to hide her sobs. I fell down from the car when I was washing it.

"Chim o! How come?"

"I was on top when dad came and started shouting, I now fell"

she answers still crying.
She gathers her daughter into her arms,this one that God has given her after years of waiting be it a girl.

"Did you injure yourself?"

she asks, her face filled with concern.

"Yes, my knee, its peppering me"

"Ndo oh....oya go and wash it let me make cornflakes for you hmmm?"

She can see the smile forming on her child's lips....her child, how good it felt to think about it.

"And don't climb the car again you hear?"

But her chubby one is already racing to the bathroom,she never jokes with cornflakes.
Why would she be washing the car anyway,this was about this male child madness again. She had to talk with her husband, it was getting out of hand, way out of hand.

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