Debrah’s sobs were getting louder and louder, sensing the break time was almost over, she placed her head over her desk and continued crying.
“Maybe she’s HIV positive or what else could explain her incessant visits to the laboratory” the three girls stopped to buy roasted corn which they divided equally and quickly feasted on.
“Even biscuits, I remember her throwing it back at me one time like that”. Chika revealed
They flagged down a taxi and hurried in.
“But dear, you should be grateful that this isn’t HIV/AIDS, nothing is impossible for God to do okay. I’m sure He will see you through this” He managed to flash a smile.
” No.” He removed his eye glasses again. “Tell me what I don’t know. Is she your real mother”
Debrah nodded. “I’m her replica. the resemblance is striking. She just vowed never to have anything to do with me ever since she learnt of my ailment, she told me to give her a space and let her focus on my younger ones. Don’t worry, Doc, I would take care of myself”
“At age 13? What does she want you to do? This is preposterous”
“What is it” he wound down the glass of his car
” Debrah was rushed in now, right now she’s placed on oxygen, her friends said she collapsed after taking 2 bottles of coke”
“Oh My God! This is unbelievable?” He jumped out of the car weeping profusely.
(To be continued on friday)