IN HIS ARMS
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IN HIS ARMS

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Ada, a little girl of five sat in the back seat of her parents’ car as they drove through the city of Lagos. She was a bit scared because their voices were raised more than she was accustomed to.

Mummy was shouting and staring at daddy as he drove along and daddy too was not paying attention to the road as he was occupied with replying mummy. Her teacher had told her in school that when people raise their voices at each other, it meant they were angry with each other. Ada hoped it was not anything she had done that caused mummy to be angry with daddy. Her young mind thought back to the events of the day as she searched for what she could have done that could have caused the fight between her parents. She suddenly remembered when mummy had scolded her for picking the chocolate she was eating earlier off the floor when it fell. Her mum had repeatedly warned her not to pick up what had already fallen to the floor but she was enjoying her chocolate and was reluctant to let go when it fell. She had picked it up discreetly but her mummy had caught her anyway and had scolded her for picking it up.

She thought her mummy must have eyes at the back of her head because she always seemed to catch her whenever she did anything bad even when she was not looking in her direction, like today. Her mind wandered to another day she had drawn a stick picture of mummy, daddy and herself with her permanent marker on the refrigerator in the kitchen. Mummy had not been there when she had drawn it but she had known Ada was the culprit. Ada couldn’t imagine how she knew, after all she could have accused daddy.

She made an involuntary sound as her mum’s voice increased in pitch which was a sure sign she was becoming angrier and tried to disappear into the back seat. She curled herself tighter trying to be invisible but the seat belt hampered her movement. I have to say I’m sorry, she thought.

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Ada, a little girl of five sat in the back seat of her parents’ car as they drove through the city of Lagos. She was a bit scared because their voices were raised more than she was accustomed to.

Mummy was shouting and staring at daddy as he drove along and daddy too was not paying attention to the road as he was occupied with replying mummy. Her teacher had told her in school that when people raise their voices at each other, it meant they were angry with each other. Ada hoped it was not anything she had done that caused mummy to be angry with daddy. Her young mind thought back to the events of the day as she searched for what she could have done that could have caused the fight between her parents. She suddenly remembered when mummy had scolded her for picking the chocolate she was eating earlier off the floor when it fell. Her mum had repeatedly warned her not to pick up what had already fallen to the floor but she was enjoying her chocolate and was reluctant to let go when it fell. She had picked it up discreetly but her mummy had caught her anyway and had scolded her for picking it up.

She thought her mummy must have eyes at the back of her head because she always seemed to catch her whenever she did anything bad even when she was not looking in her direction, like today. Her mind wandered to another day she had drawn a stick picture of mummy, daddy and herself with her permanent marker on the refrigerator in the kitchen. Mummy had not been there when she had drawn it but she had known Ada was the culprit. Ada couldn’t imagine how she knew, after all she could have accused daddy.

She made an involuntary sound as her mum’s voice increased in pitch which was a sure sign she was becoming angrier and tried to disappear into the back seat. She curled herself tighter trying to be invisible but the seat belt hampered her movement. I have to say I’m sorry, she thought.

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