“Ey, ey, ey, mami. Why so angry?” “What?!” I sputter. “What do you mean 'why are you so angry'?” The condescension in my tone is potent. “FIRST of all, don't go there with that 'mami' rubbish, you hear? I am not your mummy!” “Ok,” I hear him take a deep breath. “Next?” “Next, it was YOU who started off ...
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