Story by: Authoress Ademide
Arike’s POV
•••••SOME DAYS LATER•••••
It was a Saturday morning, Iteoluwa had looked forward to this day ever since we got to Nigeria. Our plans was to either watch a movie or buy few things from Shoprite mall, and Iteoluwa had picked going to shoprite so she could buy a singing doll after Busayomi told her about the special pink singing doll that most of the children came to buy the day she went to the mall.
Iteoluwa was anxious about the singing doll, she has never had a singing doll except for teddy bears. And it seemed like my baby was obsessed about teddy bears if the word ‘obsessed’ is not too much for her age.
“Mom, can we go now?” She asked with excitement clear in her tone.
Iteoluwa woke up before anyone else, she had even picked out her outfit and shoes from the box and laid it on the bed.
“Why are you in such an hurry?” I asked.
