"Knock, knock." Timi helped himself in after I was done struggling with laying the bed.  "Aren't you like meant to actually knock rather than saying it?" I rolled my eyes at him as I moved back dodging his hands that tried to push me to him.  "Well duh, I did something and why are you avoiding me?" he questio

"Actually, it's my daughter going in and I would be the one waiting outside." My mothers voice coolly interrupted the nurse and I felt a deep sadness well up in me. It was abnormal. It was not a normal thing to have a young teenager seeing a therapist in the African continent, especially a Nigerian country and the feeling I had always tried to swallow of how different I was, was of no help at that moment.