Let him go

Naya sat down at the dining area with Mrs Gabby as they waited for children to speak to each other. The house was silent that day and a lot of things were going on outside that they couldn’t witness. Mrs Gabby got Naya a mug of coffee and offered it to her. She brought her a kettle of milk to add if need be.

Naya thanked her and took a sip of it. The taste was so good.

“Is this Irish?” She asked intuitively.

“It is,” Mrs Gabby answered sharply. “How did you know that?”

“My father use to make Irish coffee back in the days. The taste always get me and my mother flabbergasted. We are like ‘What’s this divine drink that fell from heaven.’ My love for it then was something I couldn’t compare with any other. Me and my tea? O! Boy!”

“Children will always have the purest form of love,” Mrs Gabby said with a smile.

Naya nodded.

“That’s true. When it came to friendships, I never had Hailey’s kind of friendship growing up,” Naya admitted. “My friendships have always been short lived. It