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“She doesn’t understand,” the woman exclaims. “Look at her face. She doesn’t understand at all.” My sister, oblivious to my reactions, laughs with her.
I quietly excuse myself to my room, trying for all the world to hold back tears. I don’t want my family to see me crying but I can’t help the small streams trickling down my cheeks. Throwing myself on the bed, I bury my head under a pillow.
“Kukuwa, what is it?” Turning my blurred eyes to the side, I see another of my sisters, Maameaba, squatting next to the bed. I sit up slowly and explain the conversation.
“Oh, Kukuwa,” she replies, pushing the tears from my face. “Don’t do that. Stop it. I’m really surprised; I thought you were a big girl. Don’t cry again, okay?” I wipe my hands hastily against my eyes. “Okay?” She demands from me.
“Okay,” I tell her. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t mind Ama’s friend. Maybe she only wanted to be friends with you, that’s why.”
“But why did she treat me like an idiot?” A few more tears bungee from my nose.
