“You? What the heck!” I looked at my mother waiting to hear the reason why this lady was here and worst of all with a suitcase that looks bigger than mine and I wanted to block all the ideas playing in my head and telling me that she was coming here to stay.

“Have you both met before?” My mother looked at both of us in surprise and then I watched the girl who had just stepped inside with her open her lips to speak.

“We met at the crossroad,” She told my mother and then turned to me with an accusing finger I wish I could cut out right...