HER BABYs SECRET Episode 41 – 45 by Ebunoluwa Ademide

HER BABYs SECRET Episode 41 by Ebunoluwa Ademide

Theme: I am sorry

       Arike’s POV 

“Mom meet Mr Bamidele and his son, Adebanjo.” Iteoluwa introduced

And it was kind of funny because of the way she pronounced their names due to her New York accent. I would have laughed but it wasn’t a good time to joke. All I did was stare at the man standing in front of me.

“Arike…” he called out.

“Do you know my mom?” Iteoluwa asked.

“Yes..Yes..” he closed the gap between us.

“Mom is that true?” She asked.

My voice failed me as I stared dumbfounded. “Oh my God! Arike it is you.” Bamidele exclaimed.

I didn’t think Bamidele was going to be this happy seeing me. I thought he was going to pretend to not know me being that we didn’t end up together the way he had wanted things to go between us.

And to crown it all, I had used him and ended up breaking his heart. I contemplated what to say to him. I started to say something but I stopped.

“It is nice to see you again.” He said and then did what I never expected him to do. Bamidele embraced me.

“Oh my God! It is really nice to see you again, Arike.” He pulled away from me immediately. “Oh! I am sorry..I shouldn’t have done that..I got too excited.” He laughed heartily.

Then I started to say something. “Long time-“

“Mom you really know him! He found me at the ice cream aisle and offered to find you so I gave Banjo my balloon in return.” Iteoluwa explained.

“When did you return back to Nigeria?” He asked.

“Next please-“ A feminine’s voice said.

“I am here.” Bamidele replied.

It was his turn to pay for his items. “Iteoluwa is this everything you wanna get?” He asked, dropping the cupcake she wanted into the basket.

“Yes sir.” She answered.

I went to Bamidele. “Don’t worry I will pay for it.” I said.

He removed my hand from the basket and my gaze flickered on the ring on his finger. He was married.

“I will pay for everything please.” He said to the female attendant at the pay desk.

“Okay sir.”

“You really don’t have to pay for everything we can-“

He cuts me off. “Why? Can’t I buy something for your child? Don’t tell me you are still that lady that doesn’t like receiving help from men.” Bamidele whispered.

I tried to argue but Iteoluwa interrupted me. “Mommy just let him pay next time you can repay him.” She said.

Bamidele smiled at her. “She is really smart.” He complimented.

He lifted up the little boy that was begging for his attention. “Banjo meet my old friend, Arike.”

The little boy flashed me a toothless smile. “Tah..Tah..dada.”

“My son is just one year and few months.” Bamidele said.

“Excuse me, how should I pack the items?” The female attendants asked.

“Separately please..according to how it was in the baskets.” Bamidele answered.

The lady hummed a response. “I don’t have much cash on me, can I pay with my card?” He asked.

“Sure you can pay with you card.” The lady responded.

The little boy spread out his hands towards me and I reached out and carried him.

“Wow..my son recognizes a beautiful woman whenever he sees one.” Bamidele joked.

I could help but laugh, Banjo was so cute and Bamidele doesn’t need to run a DNA test on his son. They looked so alike that one could envision Banjo as the younger version of Bamidele when he was little.

“So I must say that America has been good to you although I didn’t know you got married and had a child. I tried reaching out to you through your social media accounts and even called your lines but it failed. Even Busayomi’s line didn’t go through and I had no idea where she lived so I could ask her about you.” Bamidele said.

I had deleted my social media accounts, stopped using my sims and even Busayomi had moved out of my apartment so Adedayo won’t try to find out anything about me through her.

When I tried to talk the attendant interrupted.
“Card please..” she requested.

Bamidele handed her the ATM, she inserted it into the POS machine and gave it to him to punched in his pin.

“We have a lot of catching up to do because you left me hanging five years ago.” He said.

“I am sorry about that..seriously Bamidele, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I apologized to him.

“Transaction approved.” The female attendant announced and handed the card and payment slip to Bamidele.

Bamidele packed the nylons filled with everything we bought but Iteoluwa insisted on carrying the nylon with her singing doll in it.

“I got hurt but it is all past now. How time flies fast, I can’t believe it is five years already.” Bamidele said as we started out of the mall.

“Mom are we going home?” Iteoluwa asked.

I didn’t even think about it and I was following Bamidele. I had completely forgotten about my plans to have a nice time with my daughter. I guess that will be all for today after running around the mall trying to find my child.

Suddenly I remembered the male attendant. “Oh please I will be right back.” I dropped Banjo gently on the floor and he clung on to his dad’s leg.

I rushed off to find the male attendant who told me where I could find my child. I found him at his duty post.

“Oh madam, you haven’t found your child yet?” He asked with a worried look on his face.

I smiled. “I found her..thank you so much for your help and kindness.”

He heaved a sigh. “That is part of our work around here.”

I opened my bag and brought out three thousand naira and offered it to him. “Please help me manage this..”

“No ma, it is not necessary.” He rejected.

“Please accept it for trying to help me find my child.” I slipped the money into his front pocket before he could say the next word.

“Ma-“ I walked away before he could reject it again. “Thank you ma.” He shouted behind me.

EPISODE 42
Theme: My Old friend

       Arike’s POV 

I came out of the mall to find Iteoluwa conversing with Bamidele and as I watched from afar it seemed like Iteoluwa had known him for a long time the way she was in a deep conversation with him.

I walked up to them. “We can go now.” I said.

“Mom, where did you go?” She asked.

“I just went to say thank you to the man who helped me find you.” I answered.

“Okay..it is good to always say thank you anytime someone helps you.” She stated what I have always told her.

I reached out to take the nylons but Bamidele gestured to me to carry Banjo from his shoulders and we started off towards the mall exit.

“Your daughter said you didn’t come with a car, so I am going to drop you off at your place.” Bamidele said.

“No..that won’t be necessary, I will just order a ride online.” I objected.

“Why order one when I am offering to help?” He scoffed.

“I don’t want to stress -“

“I am only trying to help..but if it makes you feel uncomfortable, then you can pay me for the ride.” He smiled.

We managed to move out of the less crowded compound. “My car is over there.” He pointed to a black Lexus car parked outside the mall.

He unlocked the car and I helped the children into the car while Bamidele dropped his items into the boot. I belted Iteoluwa to the back seat while Banjo sat comfortably in his carrier.

“So where is your place?” He asked.

I gave him the address to Busayomi’s apartment. “We are staying at Busayomi’s place till the wedding is over.” I said.

He started the car and it glide into motion. “So she is finally getting g married..that is good to hear.”

I hummed a response. “So if it wasn’t for your sister’s wedding you won’t have returned back to Nigeria.”

I nodded in agreement. “I never planned to come back to Nigeria.” I said.

“And why is that?” He asked.

“It is nothing.” I answered.

We lapsed into silence for some minutes before Bamidele spoke up.

“You are not married.” He stated and it wasn’t meant to be a question.

I looked at him. “You don’t have a ring on your finger.” He added and I looked away from him feeling embarrassed.

I regretted not listening to my mind’s advice of wearing a ring to disguise in order to avoid times like this.

“I-“

He interrupted. “Iteoluwakishi Bright Awosika.” Bamidele called out my child’s full names.

“How..how..did you know her full names.” I stuttered in sheer surprise.

“I told him my names when he asked me.” Iteoluwa said.

Oh! Why didn’t I think about it before asking such question? I face palmed myself.

“I was about to report a case of a missing child to the security department so they could make an announcement.” Bamidele explained.

She shouldn’t have added her surname to her names.

“Awosika sounds familiar.” Bamidele mumbled.

I rubbed my palms together, feeling nervous. It wouldn’t be hard for Bamidele to figure out the truth.

“Your child is four years old, so I think…I have a clear understanding of why you left the country five years ago.” Bamidele said.

I looked back at Iteoluwa, she was widely awake playing with her singing doll while Banjo was fast asleep in the carrier.

“Bamidele..can we not talk about it now?” I requested.

“Okay..fine, more reason why you should do this?” He picked up his phone and handed it to me. “Your number-“ he said, unlocking the phone.

“Okay.” I punched in my number, saved it and dialed it. My phone rang and I saved his number too.

“Arike, I hope it is not late to say that I am sorry for misunderstanding you. If I had known it was for this reason I would have supported you and accepted your decision without a fight.” He said in remorse.

“It is alright.” I controlled the tears that pooled up in my eyes and managed to flash him a small smile.

“I bet he doesn’t know.” He said.

I shook my head. “Yes, he doesn’t know about her.”

“Perhaps did you get to see him before you left the country?” He asked.

I shook my head. “Yes..he had even offered to drive me to the airport but I declined.”

“I can’t believe he was so dumb and insensitive. How could he not know?” Bamidele scoffed.

“You didn’t know too..” I whispered.

“You did a good job at hiding it but I am surprised it is him.” We exchanged glances before he focused back on the road ahead.

“Wait..I didn’t tell you it was him..so how did you-“

“How can I not know that surname? Moreover he was your one and only friend plus he was head over heels for you.” He answered.

He was right. Dayo loved me and I loved him too but we couldn’t accept our feelings until it was too late.

“So why didn’t you tell him?” Bamidele asked.

“He was getting married.” I reminded him.

“Oh! That is true.” He shook his head. “I am sure that it wasn’t easy raising her alone.” He said.

“I didn’t raise her alone, we have good people in our lives who has really helped us. My uncle and his wife, everyone at the foster home…I enjoyed every moment of it.” I said sincerely.

“But it would have been better-“ he paused and looked back.

I did the same thing too and Iteoluwa has fallen asleep too.

“It would have been better if he was there with you.” He completed his statement.

“Maybe..”

“So do you plan to meet him during your stay here?” He asked.

It took me a while to answer him. “I want to meet him for her sake but I can’t go and find him because I want to avoid troubles with Shalewa.” I answered.

“So let us say that you are waiting for destiny to bring him your way just like how you met me coincidentally.” He said.

“Maybe..” I stuttered.

“Have you read the news about them?” He asked.

“No, I don’t have any social media accounts.” I sighed.

“Geez..you practically cut yourself out of the real world.” He mouthed.

“I just wanted to keep my baby safe.” I muttered.

“You should check the news about them before you leave the country.” He said.

“No, I don’t want to…I am sure they are doing fine.” I nodded my head slowly.

“You think so?” He asked.

Our gaze locked for a second before I looked away. “I don’t know.”

“Well I hope you see him soon.” He sighed.

“Let us talk about you.” I tried to change the topic.

Bamidele smiled contentedly. “Sure..I am married but there is nothing much to talk about.”

“How long have you been married?” I asked.

“Three years..and to be honest getting over you wasn’t easy but I did well.” He smiled.

“I guess you made good use of my advice of finding the woman that would love you for who you are, Bamidele.” I reminded him.

“Sure..and my wife reminded me of you. She didn’t hate me when I told her that I was gay. I wanted to find true love so I decided to just tell her my sexuality without the whole story.” He explained.

“So what did she say?” I asked curiously.

“Like I said she was curious to find out why? I kinda gave her a hard time but after some months when she wouldn’t let me be, I opened up to her and my love for her bloomed for accepting me for who I used to be.” He smiled heartily.

“That is nice and seeing you smile like this means you really do love her.” I said.

Bamidele chuckled. “Is it that obvious?” He asked.

“It is written all over your face.” We both bursted into laughter.

“Your daughter is-“ he paused. “What word should I use?” He chuckled.

“Friendly?” I suggested.

“Something more than that..unique? and she loves you so much.”

“You barely even know her.”

“I don’t need to know her for years to figure that she loves you. She didn’t stop talking about you, she even corrected Banjo when he hit my face.” He chuckled.

“My mom said that it is not good to hit an adult, my mom loves this, my mom would love that..I must say that you did a good job at raising her.” He smiled happily.

I sniffed and blinked back tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.

“Are you crying?” He asked.

“Of course not..I am just happy.” I managed to smile.

EPISODE 43
Theme: Good Manners

Arike’s POV

Finally we reached our destination, Bamidele pulled up in front of the gate.

“I should come in to say hi to Busayomi, but I am running late and my wife must be worried about us.” He said.

“That is not a problem, you can come in to see her next time.” I said.

“Don’t forget to send me the wedding invitation online.” He reminded me.

“Sure.” I said.

“Mr Bamidele, thank you for everything.” Iteoluwa said.

“You are welcome Iteoluwa and I hope to see you soon too.” He smiled.

“Don’t worry we will talk over the phone. Take care.” I answered.

I got out of the car to help Iteoluwa open the car door.

“Bye bye Banjo.” She waved at him

Then car horn sounded before Bamidele drove away. “Mr Bamidele..is very nice just like Mr Daniel.” Iteoluwa said.

“Yes he is very nice.” I muttered.

“And it..is a good thing that you know him.” She said.

“Why did you say that?” I asked.

“Bad friends..corrupt good manners..that is what you always say so since..Mr Bamidele is a nice man and he is your..friend-“ she paused.

“So?” I waited for her to complete her sentence.

“He won’t corrupt your good manners.” She giggled.

“You are too smart..where did you get that from?” I tickled her as we got closer to the entrance leading to Busayomi’s apartment.

She giggled. “I can’t wait to hear my doll singing..I didn’t play it in the car..I just looked at it so I won’t disturb Banjo.”

“Do you like the doll that much?” I asked.

“Yes I love it!” She flashed me a girlish grin.

“More than you love me?” I teased.

“No! I love you more than my toys!” She giggled.

“I love you more than anything else in the world.” I bent down and kissed her cheeks.

I pressed the doorbell to let Busayomi know of our presence before I made use of the key to open the door.

“Big mooommmmmyyy!” Iteoluwa rushed to embrace Busayomi.

“Welcome, I hope you enjoyed the day?” Busayomi asked.

“Yes it was fun and -“ she paused.

I went ahead to sit on the couch and pulled off my heels. I leaned into the couch and closed my eyes. What a relief. I sighed.

“Why did you stop talking?” Busayomi asked.

“I got lost at the mall, a man helped me and he turns..out to be mommy’s friend.” She said in a low tone.

I reopened my eyes to see remorse in her expression. Busayomi shot me a What-is-she-talking about look.

“My love, why don’t you go into the room and play with your singing doll.”

“Okay mom.” She raced off to her room.

“Madam who is the friend?” She sat beside me on the couch.

“Bamidele.” I answered.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Are you for real? What a coincidence.” Busayomi covered her mouth.

“I didn’t expect to see him too.” I said.

“Abegi give me the full gist about what happened? How did she get lost in the mall? How did you meet Bamidele?” She flooded me with questions.

“Won’t you let me rest?” I asked.

“Han sheybi you are already resting on my couch? Start talking or else I will put my fingers into your throat.” She joked.

“Okay..I will tell you everything but please I need water.” I breathed out.

“Water is in the kitchen now, go and drink.” She said.

“Haba please help me now you can see I am tired, I won’t tell you about anything o.” I poured.

We laughed. “So because of gist now you want to send me on an errand?” She laughed.

“I am only asking for help..please.”

She stood up from the couch. “See that your head like volley ball..” she motioned towards the kitchen but soon came back with a chilled bottle water.

“Thank you.” I opened the cap and gulped down half of the bottle.

“You better tell me everything and don’t leave out any detail.” She folded her arms.

“Sure but please can you massage my ankle?” I gave her a puppy face.

She eyed me. “Your ankle again?”

“Please now, I went running around the mall and I think I have sprained it.” I faked being in pain while I massage my right ankle.

“Does it hurt that much?” She asked in a worried tone.

“I will be fine after a massage.” I mumbled.

“Oya sha bring it lemme massage it for you.” She said.

I faced her and adjusted my position before stretching out my right leg on her laps.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“I am listening.” She said.

I narrated everything that happened from the mall till when Bamidele dropped us off.

After the whole narration, we had dinner and retired to sleep in our respective rooms. Iteoluwa kept playing with her singing doll and didn’t stop pressing the button the doll’s back to enable it to sing. She did it over and over again until she fell asleep hugging it tightly to her chest.

EPISODE 44
Theme: Now or Never

       Arike’s POV

I heaved a sigh of relief when the doll stopped singing. I tried taking the doll from her as Iteoluwa as she lay on the bed, holding the singing doll to her chest but she grumbled in her sleep and held on to the doll. Then I just let her be and covered her and the doll with a duvet.

My gaze flickered to the wall clock, the time was 11:35pm, I should be asleep right now because we have a lot to do tomorrow but I wasn’t feeling sleepy and at the same time I was bored.

I stared into space as I got lost in thought. My mind reminisce on the coincidental meeting with Bamidele at the mall. I never expected him to be the first person as an old friend that I would see during my stay in Nigeria.

Who was I expecting to bump into? Adedayo. It seemed like everyone wanted me to see him even Bamidele because during our conversation he had hoped for me to see Adedayo soon.

I heaved a sigh. I knew right from time that it wouldn’t be easy to see Adedayo. He was probably busy with loads of work at the company. His responsibility was to monitor and oversee his family business as the CEO of the company.

I sat up and got out of the bed and began to pace when series of questions flooded my mind.

What if it was Dayo I had met at the mall? What would I have done? What if he has a son? What if his marriage to Shalewa was doing well now and they have grown to love each other?

No doubt, he would be able to tell that Iteoluwa was his child because she would have introduced herself as Iteoluwa Bright Awosika, making it easy for him to find out the truth just like how Bamidele has found out she was Dayo’s child.

The idea of warning my child to stop telling people her surname occurred to me and I bantered internally to see if it was the right thing to do but in the end, I kicked against the idea.

“You can’t hide Iteoluwa from her father forever. She is bound to ask of her father someday.” Uncle Badejo’s words echoed in my mind.

He was right. Even thought Iteoluwa wasn’t asking about her father now, someday she would grow up to need a father in her life.

To be honest, coming back to Nigeria was a hard decision to make. And I won’t deny that I was nervous about seeing Dayo. I have tried to envision the look on his face, the words he would say and what he would do when he finds out about his child. Would he accept her? What would people say ? His mom, dad and his sisters? These things bothered me so much.

Tears stirred up in my eyes as I went back to the bed and I knelt down beside Iteoluwa. I looked closely at my child, my hands reached out to caress her cheeks. A tear slipped down my right cheek as I held her hand and kissed it. She was my world, the reason why I lived and why I gave up everything because I wanted her to live too.

I closed my eyes and sobbed quietly. “I..am..sorry..” I whispered.

I was sorry for many things, for having her out of wedlock, for not giving her a father that she deserved, for holding back in bringing her to Nigeria knowing that it would be a great chance to meet her father…I cried.

I lowered my head. “I..am..so..sorry.” I muttered.

“Mom..my.” Her voice called out in a rasp.

I peered up at her. “My..love.”

She stared at me with sleepy eyes. “Mommy..are you crying?” She asked.

“No..no..I am not crying.” I let go of her hand and wiped my face.

“Yes..you are crying and you look sad too.” She tried to sit up but I pushed her back gently.

“No..I am not sad. You should get back to sleep, it is late.” I sniffed.

“Are you okay mommy?” She asked with a disturbed look.

“Yes I am fine.” I covered her with the duvet but she sat up immediately before I could stop her.

“Don’t act..like you are fine.” She muttered.

Then tears flowed again and I couldn’t control it. Why was I feeling bad for my child?

“You have never cried like this..” her hands reached out to my face.

“I..am..sorry…” I sobbed.

“Mommy please don’t cry.” Her voice pleaded with me.

She moved closer and wiped my tears with her ring fingers. “Mommmy,” she called.

I sniffed and looked up at her. “Tell me why you are crying?” She said.

“It is late..”

“I want to know why you are crying late at night.” She said.

“I am sorry.” I replied.

“Why do you keep saying sorry?” She locked our hands.

“Because…I have done something really bad to you.” I answered.

“What did you do? You have never done anything bad to me.”

“I have done so many bad things that has affected you.” I managed to look into her eyes even though I felt embarrassed to do so.

“No-“

My body shook vehemently as tears flowed continuously. “I lied to you.” I said.

“Mom-“ I cut her off.

“Iteoluwa-“ I paused trying to control my tears.

“I will..tell you everything..” I cried.

I pulled her into my arms for a warm embrace. “I will tell you everything..you have to know everything but promise me that..you will never hate me for hurting you.” I begged her.

“I can never hate you mommy.” She said.

“But mommy has done something bad to you.” I pulled away from the embrace to look into her eyes.

“I can never hate you.” She repeated.

And I could see the sincerity in her eyes and read it in her words.

“Thank you.” I sniffed and wiped my tears.

We sat comfortably on the bed with the duvet covering us while Iteoluwa head rested on my chest with my arms wrapped around her.

It was now or never. It was better to tell her the truth myself than for Dayo to show up out of the blues. She would be really disturbed and shocked if we bump into Adedayo without her knowing the truth and my reason for not making her meet her father before now.

EPISODE 45
Theme: The story of us

Arike’s POV 

Iteoluwa would be really disturbed and shocked if we bump into Adedayo without her knowing the truth and my reasons for not making her meet her father before now.

I sighed. “Iteoluwa-“ I called out her name in a tight whisper.

“Yes mom.” She looked up at me.

Then I remembered the day my mom had me in her arms this way, telling me about how she had me without any support from the man who fathered me. And it felt like I was looking at my younger self.

“Mommy-“ her tiny voice jolted me out of thought.

“Yes..” I mumbled.

“What do you want to say?” She asked.

I repositioned her head to rest on my chest. “Iteoluwa, do you remember the day you asked me about my dreams?” I asked.

“Yes mom..when teacher Brianna asked us to talk about our dreams with our parents.” She answered.

“Yes sweetie.”

That was last year, it was close to career day at her school and teacher Brianna had asked every kid in the class to talk about what they would like to become in the future and dress the same way to school for the career day.

“Yes..and you said that you wanted to be an author who writes children books.” I reminded.

“Yes mom, I want to write stories children can read at bedtime and have a good night sleep with big smiles in their faces.” Iteoluwa replied with excitement as she peered up at me.

“I know..my love.” I kissed her forehead.

“You said that.. you didn’t have a dream.” Her face turned sad.

I had a dream which I fulfilled but I had to give up everything for her.

I shook my head. “I am sorry, but I lied to you.”

Her forehead creased. “Why mom?” She asked.

“That is why I want to tell you everything.” I replied.

“Okay..I am listening..and I won’t hate you for lying to me.” She said with a childish smile.

“Thank you, sweetie.” I kissed her forehead again.

I held her tiny hands in mine. “I was born in Nigeria and as a little girl I wanted to be a lawyer.” I said.

“Oh wow! A lawyer! That’s supercoool! But mom, did you get to be a lawyer?” She asked.

“Yes I was a lawyer before I had you in America.” I answered.

“Were you a lawyer in America?” She asked.

“No, I was a lawyer in Nigeria.” I answered.

“So why did you relocate to America?” She glanced up at me, curiosity clearly written on her expression.

“Iteoluwa..the thing is-“ I paused.

“Is it because of my dad?” she blurted out.

My eyes widened in sheer surprise. “I heard you..talking about him..with Mr Bamidele.” She said in a low tone.

I thought Iteoluwa was asleep that day and I couldn’t stop thinking how much she must have heard.

“Iteoluwa?”

“Tell me the truth..mom..I want to know about him.” She said.

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. “Please..don’t cry.” I whispered.

“I just..want to know about my daddy.” She admitted and wiped her face clean.

The only time Iteoluwa asked me about her dad was when teacher Brianna informed them to bring their parents to school for family day. Prior to this day, she had asked me why she didn’t have a dad like other kids in her school when even the children in the foster home had fathers.

And somehow I had managed to tell her that her father was somewhere far away making money for us. So I never attended family day at her school except when Daniel offered to act like a father, and we had won gifts as a family.

“Iteoluwa..your daddy-“

“Don’t tell me..he doesn’t want to see me.” She mumbled with a sad look on her face.

“No..no..that is not the case.”

“Then what..is it?” She asked.

“Your daddy..was my best friend. We were so close that I loved him but didn’t realize it until I lost him.” I narrated everything to her only leaving out details that wasn’t suitable for her age till when I relocated to America.

“So daddy..doesn’t know about me yet?” She asked.

I shook my head. “I was scared of what would happen if he finds out about you.”

“Mom, what about you?” She asked.

And it took me a while to understand her question.

“Are you..ready to see him?” She questioned with a pleading look on her expression.

“I am sorry..it took long..to open..up to you.” I stuttered, knowing that that my response didn’t answer her question.

She nodded. “Mom, it is alright if you don’t want to meet my dad.” She managed to flash me a small smile.

And awkward silence spread as I struggled for something else to say. I was so locked up in my thought that I didn’t notice Iteoluwa’s head was already off my chest and she was laying on the bed with her singing doll close to her chest.

“Sweetie-“

“It doesn’t..matter mom, it has been me, you, grandpa, grandma and everyone at the home-“ she paused and continued after some seconds.

“I don’t..need a dad.” She said shakily.

“I am sorry, sweetie.” I apologized.

Iteoluwa gave me a small smile as let go of my hand and covered herself with the duvet. I tried to help her but one look and then I knew she was avoiding me.

She had promised not to hate me but the action was more than anything. Her words was spoken quietly but too mature for her age.

And the pain in her smile convinced me that my child missed having a father far more than I have ever known.

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