"Efe, what are you doing? This is my niece not a house girl." Jennifer's mother grimaced. "So? Would she not help out with the house hold chores? Are we goimg to be feeding her, housing and clothing her for free?" She hollered.
"We are going to treat her just the same way we treat our daughter, after all, she is family," he countered. "She is your family, not mine," she snapped. "She is an Essi by blood, the family you married into he replied.
Angrily, she charged away. Her uncle had shown cynthia to her room. There he told her that no matter how much his wife and daughter tried to upset her, she must never fight back.
