My 18 year old Adopted §on b@th£s with me, the day I dropped the soap, everything changed.
It was something innocent—or at least that’s what I told myself.
My husband travels a lot for work, and our water heater is old and faulty, so to save hot water we began §h0w£ring t0g£th£r when Chike turned 16.
Chike was actually my nephew who I had adopted after my sister and her husband died in a car accident.
At first it was practical: quick, efficient, backs turned, no big deal.
But by the time he was 18, tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of quiet confidence that makes mothers both proud and nervous, the air in that small b@thr00m had changed.
I noticed things like how Mr.Gbolala was just so f@t. How Mr.Gbolala would occasionally jump up and Chike will keep him on check and a whole lot but it was a phase.
I bet he noticed things too. We never spoke about it, but the tension grew.
That particular morning, my husband was away again, and Chike had a late lecture, so just us.
We stepped into the §h0w£r like always, steam rising around, water drumming on the tiles.
I faced the spray, letting it run down my back, trying not to think the cl0§n£§§.
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I reached for the soap, but my fingers were slippery and it shot out of my hand, clattering to the floor between my feet.
I laughed, embarrassed. “Clumsy me.”
I b£nt forward to pick it up.
The moment I did, I realized.
Ma @§§ was f@c£d at h|m, l£g§ slightly @p@rt for b@lance, kponmo-land completely £xp0§£d as water str£@med down ma thaiz.
I froze there longer than I needed to, heart suddenly hammering.
I knew exactly what h£ was §££!ng. I knew because I could feel the cool air and hot water on ma most pr|v@t£ pl@c£§.
Then I f£|t something else—w@rm, h£@vy. The mighty h£@d of heez Mr.Gbolala bru§h!ng @g@!n§t ma thaiz as h£ §t£pp£d cl0§£r to “help” me.
“Mum let me help you so you don't fa||”
H£ h£|d ma w@!§t and was so cl0§£, one wr0ng m0v£ from me and Mr.Gbolala will go to the land.
“Chike…” I wh|§p£r£d, not sure if it was me saying yes or saying no.
But just then, something happened that will forever change how I...
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MY 18 YEAR OLD ADOPTED SON AND I §H0W£R T0G£TH£R
Episode 1
To be continued on Charles
WRITTEN BY Charles
