I was carrying the Christmas cake when I overheard my mother say, “Don’t bother asking her. Let your sister have the apartment for free.”
Chioma stared at me.
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Why? After everything?”
I smiled.
“Because you’re my sister. And because I would rather build something with you than fight with you.”
She stood up and hugged me.
Right there in the restaurant, with people watching, we held each other and cried.
The daycare opened six months later in Ada George.
Chioma named it “Little Stars.”
It was small at first, just one classroom with twelve children. But within a year, she had to hire two more teachers and expand into the space next door.
Emeka, to his credit, actually helped. He painted the walls, built the shelves, and learned how to manage the books. He even started taking classes in early childhood education.
It turned out he was good with children.
Better than he had ever been with business.
My parents came to the opening.
My mother hugged me for a long time.
