I raised my daughter to be focused. No parties, no late-night outings, just school and home.
So when she fainted in church one Sunday, I thought it was malaria.
The test at the clinic said otherwise — she was 3 months pregnant.

I screamed. She cried. I demanded answers.
She swore she had only been with one person — Uncle Tope, my younger brother who stays with us.
At first, I slapped her for lying.
How could she accuse her own uncle?
Then she brought out, Tāp Hērē Rıġhť Awāÿ tō Rėād Thē Fūll Arťıclē Aņď Sēē Ēvērythınġ Fōr Yōursēłf!
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