That night, the ambience of the living room was eerily calm. Stern faces glared at the food placed on the dinning table, absentmindedly, recalling earlier scuffles and summoning grudges.
At last, Amadi broke the silence. “My children, acrimony destroys homes. This supper is meant to unite us once again.”
So, they ate together.
The following morning, the family was greeted with a shock: Amadi had joined his ancestors.
His children could still hear his last words ringing like a bell. The future of the family was now in their hands: either to build it up or let it fall apart.