I was tired. Dead tired.
A week had passed since Duncan left for SK. The video calls between the kids and him were becoming a routine that cannot be missed.
I have yet to enroll Claude and Nicole in a formal school, so before they do their home school work, they would talk to him.
As for me, I have gotten used to the sound of the three of them talking. My kids were never like this to their biological father. Not once.
I could not help but remember the past.
I grew up knowing that I needed to take care of my mom. My father died when I was twenty-one and as the eldest, it was my duty and obligation to provide for the family.
It was part of the culture. After all, one of the reasons why some families have many children was for the kids to help their parents. So that they can be out of the poverty line. It sounded nice. Having a lot of children, and knowing that one of those kids, will be successful and take you out of the place you have grown up.
But it was not.
