He would sit like a serious man, sigh deeply, and say, “Let’s plan this month,” like he was helping the family.
The list was never about our children first.
It was always about his mother, his sisters, his uncles, one cousin who “just needed small support,” and another aunt who “was not doing well.”Αt first, I didn’t complain.
I came from a home where they taught me that a wife’s success belongs to the husband, and the husband’s family is your family too.
Αlso, Emeka knew how to speak softly.
