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The phone rang piercing through the stillness of the first flush of morning. Justin arises from the bed with a sudden pounding in his heart as his phone rings.
He knew it was his father before answering the call; there was no one else who would have called him before nine. He has not spoken to his father in several weeks. He was visiting his parents, his paternal grandparents back in Eswatini.
As he answered the phone, it left him scandalized and the phone hanging by the cord. He did not expect his dad to break such a piece of news to him. Justin’s thoughts take him down the memory lane to his mother’s loving memories. The wish for her to be here fills him with such rage and bitterness that his brain could explode. His dad called to tell him, he has a stepmother and a stepbrother who was about ten, fourteen years younger to him.
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