I am back home or rather, my new home. Mama said she had all our things moved while I was at work, and is hoping I won’t mind moving in. How can I mind? I have my father and brother back in my life; there is nothing more I could wish for. I walk to the kitchen to check if mama is there so I can say hi.

“Hi, mama,”

“Hello, Katherine,” Oh my God, mama just called my full name. I am in deep shit; because mama never calls my full name except when I have done something wrong.

“Where were you last night?” She says with a straight...