Florence hugged her children so tight, she wanted to infuse them into herself. She wanted their distinct childlike scent to wash away her fears, wash away the awful news she got today. It was very dark when they arrived home and nothing gave her more joy than seeing her children, alive and well. She put a strained smile on her face for the sake of the children. They shouldn’t see her sad, they shouldn’t know that something was gravely wrong – especially IK. He couldn’t know; Florence couldn’t bear the thought of telling him he had cancer.

IK sat with them now, beside bimbo in the sitting room as Selena hopped beside him, wearing a suspiciously wide grin as she talked endlessly to IK. IK smiled and answered Selena’s numerous questions. Florence squatted before her children, inspecting them much more than she usually did. She couldn’t help it. “How are you? Did you enjoy yourselves at Aunty Naomi’s place today?”

Amanda and Solomon bobbed their heads. “Yes mummy, we ate spaghetti and fish” Amanda said.

Florence smiled. She didn’t think she would be able to thank Naomi enough for taking care of her children in her absence. “Did you now? It was sweet, right?” They nodded.

Amanda turned suddenly with a big smile. “Selena cooked rice and beans”

“What?” bimbo and Florence echoed as their eyes flashed to Selena.

muttered, his eyes

Selena grinned

start cooking?” bimbo asked

priceless expression on IK’s face and grinned so widely, her mouth engulfed her entire face. She gave

ould-do-it’ look.

cooked rice and beans” he echoed, looking

I made dinner” Selena had never been more

edge of her seat. “Would you stop smiling, young lady?

she let

they arrived, bimbo was smiling mischievously. Selena surely took that trait from him. Florence couldn’t see what bimbo was smiling about. What if Selena had hurt herself with her little cooking experiment? God knew she couldn’t stand any more source

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