The first few hours after his parents' arrival were a masterclass in awkward, well-intentioned chaos. Kofi's mother, a whirlwind of maternal energy, immediately tried to fill the tense silence with a barrage of cheerful, rapid-fire questions.
"The flight was so long! Did you eat? You look thin. Thea, you're even smaller than I imagined! This apartment is so clean, Kofi, I'm so impressed! Did you get the package I sent last month?"
Kofi just nodded and mumbled non-committal answers, while Thea seemed to shrink with every new question, her eyes wide and darting, like a trapped bird looking for an escape route.
