(Rina's point of view... )
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It was late afternoon when we arrived back home, and my family was with me.
On the way back, my son Venedict had fallen asleep and was carried by his uncle.
I chose not to work as I preferred to spend time with my family, especially in the presence of my late mother and my daughter Vera.
These moments were rare because, after this, our schedules would be filled with work, especially for my father and my brother, who mostly spent their nights at our company when they were too busy.
I'm currently in our kitchen, and I'm assisting in getting dinner ready.....
Interestingly, my father took the initiative to be our chef for the evening, aiming to treat us with a special recipe from our late mother.
"Hey, Rina! Why are there no strawberries in the fridge? Did you eat them all again?" my brother asked, his frustration evident as he scoured the fridge for his beloved strawberries.
