“Go and show your school report to your father boy,” i said to my child, Lesego, washing dishes and sweating of tiredness. Lesego walked up to the Living room where my cruel, Rude husband was concentrated on the T.V
I went closer to see what his reaction would be after seeing how good our only child did at school for the year. Lesego stood in front of the T.V and Muzi his father did not pay attention to him and just glared at him.
” Papa, my report” said Lesego giving muzi the Envelope with his Report in it. There was i, standing at the corner of the passage, expecting him to act nice or happy to his son just for once; but no, he did not.  He just took the report from Sego’s hand and threw it on the sofa next to the one he was sitting on.
Muzi came back to me with Disappointment. “it’s okay my boy, kuzolunga,”I said to Lesego while giving him a tight hug. 
“Nomsa! Let the pots burn, you have been washing those dishes for a while, are you even keeping food away from me? in my own house? get cooking ntombazane i am famished!” Shouted Muzi from the living room
“Yebo baba”. I yelled back and went to the pots. Lesego could see the pain in my eyes.