Three-Minute Read- Tomorrow, we try again.

Adamma picked up her phone for the umpteenth time. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she could not get herself to do it. She dropped the phone on the table and reclined on her seat, her hand automatically rising to her head. She rubbed her temple with her index finger. “Why did it have to be so hard to be an adult.”

Just a few years ago, she was still a young girl living with her parents and going to one of the best secondary schools in town. Her father had spared no expense. She was his only daughter. And it had been just the two of them against the world after her mother passed away when she was still in primary school.

Her father had not remarried. Instead, he had taken on the role of mother and father. When she was old enough to understand, he had told her that he had remained single because he could not afford to have her maltreated by any woman. He had promised he would only remarry after he was done “training” her.

She figured he was done.

Adamma stared at the invitation sitting on the table. A formal invite was so typical of her father.

She sighed audibly as she remembered how they had been through all her firsts together. Her first day at school. Her first period. Her first boyfriend. Her first heartbreak.

Yet, he still sent her a formal invitation to his engagement.

The invitation should not have annoyed her. Had he not sent her an invitation to every event in his life? Every single year for the day that matched his wedding anniversary even though they lived together under the same roof.  She knew she was not irritated by his formality.

“The invitation should not have annoyed her. Had he not sent her an invitation to every event in his life?”

It was this other woman. She did not even care to think about her by name. She dared not give her any humanness. Nneka. She could only see a serpent in her mother’s kitchen, making a meal for her father. He, smiling, his usual mischievous smile.

She should call him; after all, it was Father’s Day. It was a good day to make amends, to tell him she was sorry she had been acting up. Her father deserved happiness. He deserved a woman in his life. Yes, she should call him. She willed herself to pick up the phone but instead, she shut her eyes and slept. Tomorrow, she could try adulting.

The End.

June 22, 2020

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