But Yetunde already understood.
Tears filled her eyes.
That night, five little girls cried for their mother.
And Toby stood in the darkness feeling his family split apart.
The first night after Bolanle left was the longest night Toby had ever known.
The girls sat close together on the floor, their eyes swollen from crying. Little Titi kept asking the same question.
“When will Mama come back?”
Each time, Toby felt something tear inside him.
“Soon,” he whispered once, though he already feared it was a lie.
Kemi kicked the wall in anger.
“She’s not coming back. She left us.”
Yetunde turned sharply. “Kemi, stop.”
“Why should I stop? She chose that rich man instead of us!”
Toby raised a hand.
“That is enough.”
His voice was calm but firm.
Then he stood.
“First, we eat.”
The girls exchanged uncertain glances.
“Mama usually cooks,” Folake whispered.
Toby managed a small smile.
“Then tonight Daddy will cook.”
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