Inside the Ugos' compound, Jennifer sat on the balcony, engrossed in reading some books while sipping a glass of milk.
'You must be tired. You should go to bed early,' Sharon said, slowly approaching in a white bathrobe.
'Mum, you should go to sleep first. Your presence makes me feel a bit suffocated. I need some fresh air. Dad travelled to Abuja for a business conference. You should have gone with him. After all, you've always loved being in the spotlight,' Jennifer remarked.
'Are you still angry with me for not doing anything for Dera?' Sharon sat down and reached for Jennifer's glass of milk. She took a small sip and placed the glass on the small table.
'Yes,' Jennifer replied, her tone filled with frustration.
'My little daughter is truly generous... She doesn't even have her own money, yet she wants me to spend mine on someone else,' Sharon sighed.
'I still want you to help Dera. She's my best friend,' Jennifer insisted.
'If your best friend needs my help, she should come to me and ask for it,' Sharon responded, taking another big sip.
Jennifer could sense that her mother had no intention of helping Dera. She prayed that Dera would receive help from another source.