CHAPTER NINE

“So how was work mom?” Ludo asked Zamiwe.

“Great my daughter,” Zamiwe smiled as she passed Joe a plate of veggies.

“How about you dad? Business?”

“So far, it's doing well,” Joe answered. “How was your day?”

“It was fine. Boring for the most parts,” Ludo chuckled.

“What did you do?” Zamiwe asked.

“Nothing as usual. I just watched TV,” Ludo sighed. “I wanted to apologize for the way I talked to you two the other day.”

“It’s okay sweetie, you apologized already. We saw the texts,” Zamiwe looked at Joe, smiling.

“Yes baby, we saw them. And we are glad you felt bad about it. We weren’t upset with you; we were just worried,” Joe added.

“I know. I’m sorry; it will never happen again.”

Ludo and her parents were having an early supper. Zamiwe and Joe had discussed that they should be spending more time with their daughter. They were willing to put their differences aside for Ludo. They wanted to be