I think he may have thought that anything I did was good. It’s like breathing-something that happens over which I have no control. Later I heard Lily whisper to Mother in the kitchen that my cries frightened her. A twelfth planet has been named in the solar system. A second woman has been elected president. I can’t cry out because I have no breath. She can call me Lily,’ she says and sits down on the other side of Mother.Ī place where I have no eyes, no mouth. They exchange an expression I try to understand. She comes and stands in the arched doorway. I’ll watch from the monitor in here,’ she calls back. Her face is as plain and expressionless to me as everyone else’s. ‘Mom, come sit with us,’ she calls out toward the kitchen. I don’t know how to match her other expressions. ‘We’ve never had a woman president of Nigerian descent before.’ You don’t want to miss this.’ The woman I am supposed to call Mother pats the cushion next to her. More than the video clips they make me watch. More than the facts and statistics they fill me with.
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