THE REASON MAMUTSI WANTED ME GONE
It didn’t sit well with me knowing that it had only been a year — maybe two — since I met my father’s family. Yet, somehow, everything already felt complicated. After a couple of weeks, I went to visit Aunt Kgauhelo. The whole way there, my mind kept replaying that day at Richard’s house. I kept asking myself the same question over and over. What did I say that made Mamutsi hate me so much? When I arrived, she welcomed me warmly. She offered me something to eat and drink. But I could tell from the way she looked at me… she was hoping I wouldn’t bring up what had happened that day. For a while, we talked about small things. But the silence between us kept growing heavier. Until I finally spoke. “Sorry if I was rude to you that day,” I said quietly. She waved her hand dismissiv
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