The moment I got home, I threw my keys on the table and gave an audible sigh. I had no idea how else to calm myself down.

I reached for my pockets and brought out my phone. I dialled my father’s number and waited for him to pick up the call.

When the call kept ringing without him picking, I swallowed hard and used my hands to trace my hair. I waited for a moment before I called again and luckily, he picked this time.

“Father—“ I called hastily. “I’m.. I’m ready,” I told him ...