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Chapter : A Home She Thought She Had Lost
Jennifer's situation was far different from what she had imagined after reuniting with her mother.
The moment they arrived, her mother gently led her upstairs to a quiet guest room on the second floor.
The room was simple yet elegant. Cream-colored walls reflected the fading evening sunlight that slipped through wide windows draped with embroidered white curtains. A neatly made queen-sized bed sat against one wall, covered with fresh floral bedsheets that carried the faint scent of lavender. A polished wooden wardrobe stood quietly in one corner while family photographs rested on a small bedside table.
Jennifer had barely placed her handbag on the bed when her mother's Samsung phone rang.
Her mother glanced at the screen before letting out a helpless smile.
"They're looking for me already."
Another message followed almost immediately.
"Mama, where are you? They're about to introduce the bride's family."
Her mother looked apologetically toward Jennifer.
"I'm sorry... today is Ese's engagement. Everyone needs me downstairs."
Jennifer immediately shook her head.
"It's okay."
She smiled gently.
"You've already given me more than enough today."
Her mother hesitated for several seconds before stepping closer to cup Jennifer's face with both hands.
"I won't be long."
Jennifer nodded.
"I'll wait."
Only after receiving that assurance did her mother reluctantly leave the room.
The silence that followed felt strangely peaceful.
Jennifer slowly exhaled before hearing another knock.
Pastor Barnabas stood outside wearing his usual calm smile.
"If you don't mind," he said kindly, "why don't you come downstairs? Sitting here alone will only make you overthink."
Jennifer laughed awkwardly.
"You already know me too well."
"I've known you long enough."
He smiled.
"You don't have to force yourself to speak. Just enjoy the celebration."
Jennifer finally agreed.
The moment they stepped downstairs, the atmosphere swallowed her completely.
The compound had been transformed into a beautiful engagement venue.
Rows of white canopies stretched across the large compound while golden ribbons danced gently with the evening breeze. Traditional Urhobo fabrics decorated the entrance pillars, and colorful wrappers covered most of the chairs arranged in neat rows.
Children chased one another across the open space while elderly women laughed loudly from one corner, occasionally teasing younger relatives.
The rich aroma of jollof rice, pepper soup, grilled fish, fried plantain, and assorted meat drifted through the air.
A live highlife band played softly from the far end of the compound.
People danced.
People laughed.
People celebrated.
For several moments...
Jennifer simply stood there.
Watching.
Listening.
Feeling.
It had been years since she had witnessed a gathering like this.
Years since she had stood among relatives instead of strangers.
Years since she had heard genuine family laughter.
Her eyes slowly wandered across the crowd.
Then...
She saw him.
Her father.
He stood proudly among several elderly men, dressed in immaculate traditional Urhobo attire—a spotless white senator outfit beneath a richly embroidered wrapper tied around his waist. Coral beads rested around his neck while a walking staff remained loosely in one hand.
His posture remained dignified.
People greeted him respectfully.
Every now and then he laughed warmly at someone's joke.
Jennifer's throat tightened.
That...
That was her father.
Not a memory.
Not a photograph.
A real person standing barely twenty meters away.
Before her tears could fall, another familiar figure appeared.
Elizabeth.
Her third sister.
She wore an elegant wine-colored lace gown decorated with delicate beadwork that shimmered beneath the evening lights. Gold earrings swayed gently each time she laughed while helping guests settle into their seats.
She looked graceful.
Confident.
Responsible.
Jennifer smiled unconsciously.
"My sister..."
She whispered so softly that only she could hear herself.
Moments later another wave of cheers erupted.
Everyone instinctively turned.
Ese had finally appeared.
She walked gracefully beneath a beautifully decorated umbrella held by two younger cousins.
Her flowing dim-green gown hugged her slender figure before cascading gently toward the floor. Tiny crystal beads reflected the evening light with every step she took.
Unlike Elizabeth's bold elegance...
Ese carried something quieter.
Something softer.
Her beauty wasn't overwhelming.
It was comforting.
Her calm smile.
Her modest posture.
The shy way she lowered her eyes whenever guests praised her.
Everything about her radiated peace.
Jennifer could no longer stop the tears.
They rolled silently down both cheeks.
She smiled through them.
No bitterness.
No jealousy.
Only overwhelming happiness.
"My sisters..."
She whispered.
"They're all doing well..."
Pastor Barnabas noticed the tears but wisely said nothing.
Instead...
He quietly handed her a clean handkerchief.
Jennifer accepted it with trembling fingers.
"Thank you."
He simply nodded.
The official engagement ceremony soon began.
Traditional greetings were exchanged.
Both families introduced themselves formally.
Laughter erupted whenever elderly relatives joked during the negotiations.
Pastor Barnabas was later invited forward.
His voice remained steady and gentle as he prayed over both families.
He thanked God for unity.
For forgiveness.
For new beginnings.
And for the future home the young couple hoped to build together.
When everyone answered "Amen," applause immediately followed.
The celebration resumed once again.
Music grew louder.
People danced.
Photographs were taken from every direction.
Jennifer quietly wandered toward the refreshment area, where conversations floated freely around her.
Only then did she overhear several guests discussing the groom.
"I heard he works in the United Kingdom."
"Yes."
"He's a senior banker there."
"They said he returned home specifically for the engagement."
"No wonder he's carrying himself so confidently."
Jennifer glanced toward the young man again.
He looked respectful.
Well-spoken.
He stayed close to Ese without trying to dominate every conversation.
Whenever elderly relatives spoke, he listened patiently.
Jennifer found herself relaxing.
Maybe...
Just maybe...
Her sister had truly found someone worthy.
Time slipped away unnoticed.
By exactly 5:45 p.m., Pastor Barnabas gently approached her once more.
"You should return to the guest room."
Jennifer looked confused.
"Why?"
He smiled knowingly.
"I believe your parents would like to speak with you privately after the guests settle down."
Her heartbeat immediately accelerated.
She nodded silently.
Back inside the quiet guest room, the celebration outside became distant.
The laughter echoed faintly through the closed windows.
Music drifted softly into the room.
Jennifer sat carefully on the edge of the bed.
Her fingers intertwined tightly.
One minute passed.
Then another.
She stood.
Walked to the window.
Returned to the bed.
Sat again.
Every small sound outside made her glance toward the door.
Her heart pounded so loudly she could almost hear it.
What would her father say?
Would he apologize?
Would he cry?
Would he ask her to forgive him?
Or...
Would everything become awkward again?
Her palms had already become damp.
She rubbed them nervously against her skirt before taking several deep breaths.
Then...
Her phone vibrated.
The familiar ringtone instantly broke the heavy silence.
Jennifer looked down at the screen.
The moment she saw the caller's name...
A genuine smile bloomed across her face.
Jessica.
She answered almost immediately.
"Hello!"
Her voice carried a warmth it hadn't held in years.
It sounded...
Like someone who had finally found her way back home.