78-Something about night time and secrets

When he came close to me he stood with one hand on his waist and looked at me.

“Who was that lady?” He asked me casually.

“I just found out that ‘that lady’ is my biological mother.” I told him.

“What do you mean?” He asked me with a slight frown.

“She gave birth to me, she’s my real mother. Not… not the one I think was my mother.”

“Who told you that?”

“Does it matter?” I asked him. “I’m 24, and now only I find out who my real mother is.”

“I’m 25,” Yoké told me. “I still don’t know how my mother looks like, maybe you’re blessed.”

I looked at him for a while, knowing damn well what Yoké was trying to say.

I shrugged, hugging my ar