HER GREATEST DISCOVERY

Seeing Mary in Peter's house had to be the greatest shock of my life.

Why and what was she doing at his house?

How did the Gbesinros get to know about Mary?

They didn't even know much about my grandmother.

"Mary, what are you doing here?", I asked after recovering from the shock.

"Thank God you came", Mary said.

Thank God I came? What was going on? What would have happened if I had not come?

"I don't understand you Mary. What is going on? What happened to you? Grandmother said you were going back to your family. This is not your family for sure"

I kept rambling on and on.....I needed answers to numerous questions but Mary didn't seem to satisfy my curiosity.

"Shh! They'll hear you", Mary whispered.

"Who are they?", I replied trying my best not to sound too loud.

Mary took my hand and dragged me to the kitchen.

She looked like someone who was having a hard time trying to keep a secret.....

"Can you get a grip of yourself?!" I yelled. I was no longer patient.....

"Look, I asked John to bring you here, okay?", she said.

"How do you know John?", I asked.

"And how did you end up in Peter's house?"

"You think John really brought you here to get past questions?"

As Mary said those words, I felt a cold shiver rush down my spine.

"Isn't this some sort of coincidence?", I asked.

"SinceJohn is now friends with Peter."

"Rubbish! He's faking it", Mary said.

"But why would he do that?", I wondered.

"Because of me....."

"What? Because of you?"

"Just listen. When we get back to the living room, act like you don't know me, okay?"

"Why would I do that?", I queried.

"Just do as I say Ama!"

Ama? Again? Why is Mary calling me Ama?. I thought only John knew that name.

"Wait, you just, what? Ama? But how did you?....."

"Shh... let's go. They're here"

Mary left the kitchen first, then I followed. I acted like I didn't know her as instructed.

You can say I aced the acting, I mean who wants to be an actress here? Me!

Mr and Mrs Gbesinro were seated....Peterson too.

And there was John, acting all nice to Peter. It was quite cheesy seeing those two bond.

"Hello? Where do you think you're going?", Mrs Gbesinro said.

"You asked me to bring a glass of water for daddy, ma", Mary said.

Daddy? Why is Mary calling Mr Gbesinro daddy?

"Shouldn't your common sense tell you that you should also ask our guests for what they would like to have?"

Mrs Gbesinro had always said things that got on my nerves. This was the height of it.

What had Mary done to deserve this rude and wicked treatment?

"Ma, I don't think Mary is wrong. She should serve sir first", I said in an attempt to defend Mary.

"Who is Mary?" , Mrs Gbesinro asked.

What was she talking about? She didn't know Mary's name?

Or have I just implicated Mary?

"Oh! I didn't say Mary. I said maybe she isn't wrong ma", I lied.

I felt bad for Mary. I knew that whatever she was up to was really important and I almost blew her cover.

Mary came in five minutes later with a tray containing a glass of orange juice.

After serving others, Mary walked towards me while communicating with her eyes.

I didn't understand until she placed a note alongside the glass of juice on my palm.

"Where's the restroom ma?", I asked Mrs Gbesinro.

This was the only way I could get privacy to read what Mary had written in that note.

"Ama! Take Miss Allyson to the restroom", she said to Mary.

I almost went crazy. Mary's name is now Ama? Same Ama John calls me? Same Ama Mary called me not long ago while we were in the kitchen?

So Mary led me to the restroom. As she was about to leave, I dragged her by her apron.

"I need answers Mary. What's going on here?"

"Read the note."

"Explain it to me. I'm not reading anything."

"Just read it I have to go"

Mary left......

I decided to read the note....not like I had a choice.

The note read thus......

"This might come as a shock but we're sisters. Mrs Gbesinro is my surrogate mother who helped mom eighteen years ago."

What my eyes could see....my brain refused to process.

How come Mary is my mother's daughter? And through surrogacy?

I didn't want to process such a bizarre information.

So I left the restroom. When I got to the living room, John and Peterson were the only ones seated.

"Where's Mary?"

"Why do you keep calling our house help Mary? Her name is Ama"

Peterson should have known that that wasn't the best time to interrupt me.......

"But I wasn't asking you!", I yelled.

"Ama, let's go.", John finally said something.

"Guy, that's our househelp's name o. Why are you calling Allyson by that name?", Peter asked.

"John let's just leave this place", I said.

I turned back to find Mary staring at me. But I couldn't say anything to her.

Once we had left the house, I decided to show John what Mary had written in the note.

"Oh Ama dear, that's your big sister"

"What are saying?"

"There's a lot you don't know about yourself. Mary asked me to bring you over. She said she couldn't face you when you stayed together at your grandma's house. She was scared you would reject her."

With everything John had said I resented my parents even more. Did grandmother also know about this but hid it from me?

My brain was about to explode.

So, an outsider like John knew everything about me.....and I didn't?

I knew I had to go see my parents.

I should go demand for answers.........

I deserved to know the truth........