It had been two weeks since Dayo came back, a few days since the house stopped feeling like a transit lounge and started feeling like home again.
The family was still on that happy high. Not the loud one. The settled one. The kind that lives in small things like breakfast lasting too long because nobody wants to leave the table. The kind that shows up in random laughter from the hallway because someone remembered a joke from years ago.
That evening, Dayo found his mother in the living room, flipping through messages on her phone with that focused look she always had when family matters were involved.
Dayo sat by her side and asked her.
"Mom, when exactly are we going to Nigeria?"
The reason Dayo was asking was because he wanted to know how he would arrange himself as he was a CEO of a huge brand after all and the after math of the album and movie was still on so he needed to know how long it might take.
