I woke up at 2am and headed for the kitchen at about 3:15am. I turned on the gas, got out the items I bought the previous night and proceeded to make breakfast for my family. I was meticulous about the meal because I didn’t want anyone to feel mummy’s absent. I’m the first of five children and so it’s kinda natural to step into mummy’s roles when she’s out in the North for your cousin’s wedding. A delicious (in my opinion) pot of spaghetti in a mouth watery tomato sauce sat ready on the gas cooker after a bit. I turned to the sink, cleared dishes from the night before and proceeded to Iron my work wear for the day and my seven year old brother’s school wear. I returned to bed at 4:15am and was grateful to God for the gift of power holdings (NEPA). Meanwhile, my seven year old brother slept in another room with my younger sister. I had him crying lightly just before I headed for the kitchen. I went to the room where he laid, picked him up and took him in...