You would never know how tormenting life can be until you begin to read your misery from a thousand faces. The first time I experienced such trauma was when we all came back from church one afternoon.
Daddy drove into the compound and parked beside the newly planted flowers. We all rushed inside to bounce on the breakfast we had preserved before leaving for church, but dad stayed back. He wanted to listen to news from the car radio.
“Lora! Go outside and call your dad. His food is getting cold” mum called out from her personal bedroom.