“Ken stop there “ I yelled as I chased my four year old son

“No mum please I want to visit Aunty Sheila , Chloe and grand Ma “ he pleaded

I looked at him he had the features of xavier and I facially

Lifting him up even though I was five month pregnant

“come and take your shower “ I carried him to the bathroom

Splashing water all over my face as he took his shower he sang his nursery rhymes “Aaaachooo” he sneezed

“Come so you won’t catch a cold “ i carried him out of the bath tub

The familiar scent filled the bathroom as xavier walked...