As the mushroom drink made me fall deeper into a state of intoxication, I could not help but notice that my auntie had not forgiven my mother for leaving her behind. It was Xhosa c funny that I had more similarities to my father than I initially thought. We both stole our mates from their families.
I felt a pang of regret hit my chest; if my mother were alive, I would have relished the sight of seeing both of them fix their issues. For once, I was in the perfect position to understand their issues. But, Alas, it was too late.
The effects of the Mushroom drink were making me feel a lot more woozy; I wondered if I should have listened to the warnings of Aunty Stephanie and reduced the amount that I took.
"It is nice to be around family," I said.
Aurora smiled back and said. "The burial rites of the wolves that you killed are today, and their bodies are already cremated,"
"What does it have to do with me?" I wondered aloud.
