My eyebrows furrowed, as I stared at her, before asking her, “Just like my mother?” questioning what she could possibly mean by that.
Their grandmother begins to shake her head, as she moves to walk away from me, while she says, “It’s nothing. Don’t mind this old woman. I don’t realize what I say sometimes.”
It was clear that she had misspoken, telling me something that the elders had obviously agreed not to speak about, but I stopped her by reaching out and gently grabbing her arm, while I said back to her, “Please, just tell me.”
She looked at the door, and then at the window, as if she was worried someone was nearby. Finally, as if she felt like she could speak freely to me without anyone hearing her, she moved back to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, before she leaned down and
