Arike’s POV
Iteoluwa would be really disturbed and shocked if we bump into Adedayo without her knowing the truth and my reasons for not making her meet her father before now.
I sighed. “Iteoluwa-“ I called out her name in a tight whisper.
“Yes mom.” She looked up at me.
Then I remembered the day my mom had me in her arms this way, telling me about how she had me without any support from the man who fathered me. And it felt like I was looking at my younger self.
“Mommy-“ her tiny voice jolted me out of thought.
“Yes..” I mumbled.
“What do you want to say?” She asked.
I repositioned her head to rest on my chest. “Iteoluwa, do you remember the day you asked me about my dreams?” I asked.
“Yes mom..when teacher Brianna asked us to talk about our dreams with our parents.” She answered.
“Yes sweetie.”
