Later that evening, Ruth sat in the central room with her head lowered while she listened to her parents discuss the chaos that had happened earlier that day.
"My Lord, what should I do?" Thandeka anxiously sought her husband's advice as she recalled the mess she had created because she was unwilling to listen to her daughter.
Moses sighed dejectedly as his temples throbbed, just thinking of the trouble that these two women had caused him.
"Dear, haven't I always told you to be calm, listen and understand before concluding?"
"My Lord, in that moment, I couldn't help it. My baby's hands are so rough like that. I have treated her so well in the past, so imagine my shock when I saw them like that!" Thandeka defended herself.
"I know and understand why you reacted like that. But barging into someone else's place and calling them hurtful names. Dear, no matter which angle I see it, you need to apologize!"
