Chapter 17

When night came we got ready for dinner. I help my mother in the kitchen prepare dinner for everyone. Everyone else sat in the dining room chatting, silently. With Mr Venandi still around, and seems to be getting along fine with Edward. Even though I'm not a fan of his appearance, I can deny that my son is happy that his father is here.

“ You know maybe he's not bad as you think. He really wants to be a part of his son's life," my mother notices my absent mindedness, as I silently work around the kitchen.

“ Maybe. But I'm not even sure he's the father. He appeared out of nowhere," I tell her. My mother gives me a prolonged judgemental look after hearing my statement. “ Don't look at me like that. I was desperate," I respond.

“ Look I understand. But I doubt a rich man like him would appear out of nowhere and claim to be your son's father," she claims. But who am I to know what rich people are up to these days. I'm not rich anymore.

“How do you even know he's rich?" I question her.