Chapter One.

I threw the last clothe in our luggage without even folding them.

I was about to zip it when the door of the bedroom, opened. I tilted my head towards the door to see who it was only to be greeted by my little handsome nephew.

Whenever I looked at him. What comes to my mind was always one thing. whoever that is his father, must be very handsome and arrogant at that.

He has beautiful jet brown hair and mesmerizing brown eyes. Due, he was still small but his handsome face was always mesmerizing and he got praises for that. He has this arrogant look on his face, whenever he speaks to strangers. So I concluded that he must be a replica of his father.

My anuty was far from being arrogant. She was so good and humble. She was everything every person could ask of as a mother, sister, anuty, and partner.

It has been five years, after the death of my anuty.

The memory alone is very heartbreaking. It is still great that I couldn't eradicate it even if I wanted to. After I woke up after two days in the hospital with a painful headache, What compassionated me in my agony was his beautiful face. I marveled when I saw him.

I cried both in happiness and sorrow. I cried because Amanda did not see her beautiful son. I cried because the boy's father left him when my aunt found out she was pregnant. I cry in joy because of the blessing God has brought to the world.

From there, I decided to take care of him.

Due, I don't know why I always have that feeling, at times I think her death is not normal.

I remember the doctor saying, she fell and hit her head on the floor but I keep on asking myself. If that was even possible talkless of being true. My anuty wasn't a clumsy person but why couldn't I see any wound on the back of her head.

I blame myself for what happened to her if I was a little more careful and looked after her more. My anuty maybe would have been alive to see her beautiful son.......

" Nana!" I felt a tug on my sleeve which brought me out of my thoughts

I looked down at my little nephew beside me and sat on the bed before carrying him on my leg.

" Nana, must we go back to New York?" he asks with a small frown on his handsome small

" Yes baby, we must go back. Next week is your aunty Matilda's birthday."

" Anuty Matilda's birthday?" he asked and tilted his head sideways with his small hands on his chin as he immersed himself in long thinking.

I looked at his behavior and a small smile made its way to my face. Most of the time, he behaves more like an adult than a kid. A four years boy behaving like an adult.

After a short period, he smiled at me " Nana, it's good that we are going. I miss anuty Matilda so much."

" Hmm, I miss her too."

" Nana, are we coming back?" he asked with a small frown on his face

" Why do you ask?"

" Look at all the clothes, you packed. It is too much for a short journey." he reasoned.

" Do you want us to come back to this house?" I ask back instead of answering his question.

" Nana, I have friends and school here. it will be hard for me to leave everything and settle in New York with you."

" Huh, as if you can't make new friends anywhere."

" Huh, with those stinky and disgusting bullying little kids!" he said in a disgusting tone

" Fred!" I called him in a warning tone.

" How many times have, I warned you, Fred. Stop using those words on people. Moreover, you can't know their behavior unless. You are close to them. Don't be quick to judge people." I scolded.

He looked at me and pursed his lips in a straight line.

" I'm sorry nana. I won't use do it again. I love you nana." he said and threw his small arms around my neck and hugged me.

" I love you too, my best baby."

" I'm not a baby nana." he raised his face from my chest.

" I'm a big boy!" he said and touched his chest.

" Yeah, I believe that. You are indeed a big boy." I said with a chuckle and rumbled his hair.

" Ah, nana doesn't do that! " he disentangled from me and jumped out from my lap.

" Big boy's hair is not rumbled. Those things are done to babies," he said why frowning.

I couldn't hold my laughter anymore and laugh out. He stood there and looked at me wearily. When my laughter died down.

He looked at me and said " Nana, I want to play and say goodbye to my friends." before I could do can say anything. He opened the door and left without waiting for my reply.

After he left, I sighed and brought out my laptop, and began working on my design.

When my anuty died, I was still in college. It was so hard to look after my little nephew and go to school at the. same time.

Most importantly, I moved out of the house because it always remains me of my parents and Amanda.

After my parent's death, his company was declared bankruptcy, and all our property was used to pay for the money they claimed he borrowed from the bank.

I was almost homeless and all the workers and staff left leaving me alone. I was almost taken to the orphanage.

When my anuty rushed back from China where she resides.

I don't know what she did but that main home, I and my parent lived in were left.

She moved in with me and quit her job over there and settled in New York with me.

It was very hard for me to get over it but her presence made it easier.

But after her death, I couldn't bear to stay in the house. It has a lot of bad memories.

I did not auction the house because I can't bear to sell it off. Due, it has a lot of bad memories but they were the only things that were left after my parent's dismissal and the place has a lot of good memories with them.

After Amanda's death. Matilda and her family became my greatest support. They helped me to take good care of Fred, why I went back to school.

Without them, it would have been harder to look after him while still in college.

After I was through with my college. I decided to move to London to clear the bad memories and to also clear my head and start-up after, which worked.

After I moved out of New York, I started afresh. Due at first Matilda and her parent were against it me leaving their sights but after I reasoned with them and promised them that I was going to return. It was them, they understood my point.

After we moved out of New York to London. well, it was very hard at first but slowly. I was able to stand. Now it is time to go back home.