“Oh please spare us the drama”, said an uncaring Ndidi. Xnx Sitting in a quiet corner of the tarp tent erected for the funeral
service, Amara looked as disinterested in the entire affair as cat
presented with a bowl of salad. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me!”, her sister Kamsi replied in a deceptively even voice
that belied the venom in her words. She could feel her sisters glaring at her, putting
her phone aside, she sees her Kene’s wife, Sandra, giving her the evil
eye as well. Amara was confounded. She had been a terrible mother and so Amara tried as
much as she could to be as good a daughter to her. She learned to give way too little concern to her sisters
and the machinations of their little minds.
