Home (Part two)

Precious POV

Unlike most Yoruba parents who were very strict with their kids, my parents were lively, funny, and disciplined, yes but they interacted with us as though we were friends.

Growing up, they instilled in us discipline but more maturely, we were allowed to go anywhere we wanted and have what they called, street sense, so that way we wouldn't want to disappoint them.

"What about your boyfriend, Ethan?" my smile vanished.

It was my dad that asked. My parents believed in freedom, so when I was never scared to tell them I had a boyfriend.

"We are taking a break. We had an argument that I don't want to talk about" they nodded in understanding.

I loved my parents when it came to the point where we don't want to talk, they gave us space and privacy because they trusted us. I remembered the time I did something wrong; I had told them I wasn't going out that day and I did. Let's just say, they gave me an earful but the worst was when they said they were disappointed in me. I felt li