Font Size
15px

Chapter 7: Chapter 7- TI FOR FAMILY

"Maybe he’s ho..."

The family of four stepped out of the car, strolling toward the door. Each had different thoughts running through their mind, which was understandable—it had been more than a year since any of them had last had contact with him.

Soone they had grown up with, shared precious mories with. They were happy to see him finally, but mostly angry that he hadn’t even sent a single text—no birthday wishes, no replies to their ssages or calls.

Jason snapped out of his thoughts and opened the door. The aroma of different delicious dishes hit him unexpectedly. He looked toward the dining table—and there stood his son, the one he hadn’t heard from in a year.

The rest of the family entered, their gazes following Jason’s toward Dayo, who looked very different from what they rembered. It wasn’t just his height; it was his facial expression, the way he carried himself. Everything about him seed changed.

Janet, whose cara was still on, saw her brother for the first ti in so long and instinctively moved to run and hug him—but her brother tugged her arm and shook his head, signaling otherwise.

Almost as if planned, the entire family strolled to the dinner table, completely ignoring Dayo’s presence. They sat down, focusing on the food as though it were more interesting than the young man standing before them.

Dayo, watching all of this, felt his gaze drop in defeat. He had expected this reaction from his family and accepted it. Without a word, he walked toward the sitting room, stopping at the piano. Sitting down, he looked at his family before placing his fingers on the keys. He pressed the speaker button beside him, and his voice ca through—soft, calm, and filled with emotion.

Even if we broke down that night

And I said so things that I couldn’t make right

I know it’s been a long, long fight

But I’m still here waiting—I promise I’m changing...I just need

Ti...

His voice was so gentle that as he sang, mories of the night that had changed his life began to play in his mind like a movie. Slowly, he stood up, his eyes red as he looked at his family.

Verse 1:"Mama, I miss how your hands could heal

Those evening massages, warm ho-cooked als

You’d hum old songs while you cleaned the floor

Your stories at night—I still wish for more

And Dad, I miss the field behind the shed

You’re teaching

how to aim and steady my head

Your army tales, your scarred hands strong

How we’d hunt at dusk and shoot ’til the light was gone

You taught

more than just how to aim

You taught

focus, pride, and carrying pain

I left too soon, with my ego in flas

But I still carry our blood, our na."

As his voice picked up in pace, shifting into a rap, Dayo walked toward his mother and embraced her before moving to his father and doing the sa, all while continuing to sing.

Chorus:

Even if we broke down that night

And I said so things that I couldn’t make right

I know it’s been a long, long fight

But I’m still here waiting—I promise I’m changing

I just need

Ti...I—I need ti...Just a little ti...

By now, the whole family had begun to accept what was happening. Their eyes followed Dayo, who stood in front of them, eyes closed, singing with emotion, tears threatening to fall.

Verse 2:"To my lil’ sis, I miss your endless cheer

Your ssy braids, the way you’d pull my ear

We fought, we laughed, you’d never stay mad

You were sunshine when the world felt bad

And lil’ bro, I miss our crazy days

Football on Saturdays, swimming in the haze

You looked up to , I know I let you down

But I’m still your big bro, just not around."

He moved to his sister, who stood frozen in shock, ruffling her hair gently before kissing the top of her head. Then, turning to his brother, he clasped his hand in their signature handshake.

"I got lost, chasing things that never stayed

Left behind the ones who showed

grace

But I’m coming back, even if it’s slow

Just give

space, just let

grow."

Now standing before the whole family, Dayo’s voice rose higher than before.

Short Chorus:

Even if we broke down that nigh

tAnd we all went silent—hearts locked tight

I know everything will be alright

If you give

ti...Just a little ti...I, I need ti...

(A/N: "Ti (Family Version)" (Inspired by NF’s "Ti")

At this point, every eye in the room was red with tears. They seed to understand him—and forgive him. Dayo played the final note on the piano as his voice faded into silence.

DING

A familiar sound echoed, but Dayo seed zoned out, as though he hadn’t heard it.

Like instinct, the entire family stood up, rushing toward Dayo, wrapping him in a group hug.

"I can’t breathe! Give

space!" Janet squealed, causing the family to burst into laughter before settling down again.

Dayo looked at them and spoke."I know nothing I say can justify what I did or the harm I caused. But I promise I’ve changed, and I won’t make the sa mistake of abandoning my family again. To show my sincerity, I ca ho early and cooked a al for everyone. Let

serve you."

At that mont, their expressions changed—almost as if they’d seen a ghost. Dayo couldn’t cook. The last ti he tried, the food was either oversalted, overseasoned, or simply undercooked.

Seeing their reaction, Dayo quickly added, "I know what you’re all thinking—but I’ve improved! Just try it. If you don’t like it, that’s fine. No pressure."

He headed to the kitchen to bring the food.

"Mom, Dad... you have to save us from this," Jeffery whispered, visibly nervous.

"Eh... OMG!! I think I just beca popular!" Janet suddenly scread, looking at her phone.

"What happened? Why are you shouting?" the three asked in unison.

Janet turned her phone toward them, and their jaws dropped.

Her livestream, still running, had more than 50,000 live viewers—and the number was still climbing. Gifts and comnts poured in:

WOW, what a performance

"Who is he? I’m not sure I’ve seen him before"

"Hey Janet, give

your brother’s number!

"You up there, don’t you dare! I’ll gift you a lion for his number

"OMG, the emotion in his voice—this is pure brilliance

"He’s hot asf! Look at that glowing brown skin and those pink lips, omg

"Man raps like he was born for it

And the flow! Not to ntion that beat...Who knows the na of the song?

"This is the most emotional performance I’ve ever seen."

You are reading From A Producer To A Chapter 7- TIME FOR FAMILY on novel69. Use the chapter navigation above or below to continue reading the latest translated chapters.
Library saves books to your account. Reading History saves recent chapters in this browser.
Continuous reading
No reviews yet. Be the first reader to leave one.
Please create an account or sign in to post a comment.