"Pay attention to your son, Miss Codza. He needs you." My son's nanny's pleading voice sounded somewhat far from me.Audible but a bit distant.

The cries of Zion calling mommy also sounded the same. All I was seeing and hearing clearly in that moment was Zaya's laugh.

She was my first fruit. I'd pushed her out few minutes earlier. Her cries had filled the room. Then came Zion.

He hadn't made much fuss like Zaya. Zion had gone mute the moment uncle Pete held him and spoke.

Zaya had stopped ...