83 Ungrateful Child

The clattering of plates into the unbearable silence was starting to get a lot more than annoying. Why was no one saying a damn thing?

"Ahem" My father cleared his throat in a gruff manner. This was my first time seeing him in months.

My mother took that as an opportunity to start talking.

"Okay so the reason we called both of you here" she said referring to Dili and I "Is to discuss about" here it comes people. I could bet a million bucks that it was exactly what I was thinking "Your marriage" Ha! Of course I was right.

When my mom called me to bring Dili with me to the house, I wasn't all that surprise that she already knew about us being back in Nigeria, but I was nervous. Nervous because I already knew the reason why she was calling us to come to the house. The dreaded marriage talk.