Somali Girl [#Wattys 2016]

Somali Girl

After a six hour journey I finally got home.I rang the doorbell."Who is it?"A squicky voice asked.I could tell it was Samira, my niece."open the door!" I shouted. On opening the door,she stretched her arms to hug me. Due to the suffocating hug,i could tell she had missed me."Oh my oh my,you surely had been eating well."She said mockingly as she squeezed my arms
"Hand me your phone."A voice interrupted.I knew it was my mother's.I might have been away for a couple of months but never expected her voice to change that much.I walked towards her,arms stretched ready to hug her but my mum stopped me by blocking using her hands.
"Hand me your phone!"She repeated but this time in a louder tone. I opened my handbag to look for my phone.
"What?"I said acting surprised as I looked into my bag worriedly."My phone is gone." I said desperately.I lied for I didn't want my mother to get hold of my phone.She looked at me before stretching her hands."What is she doing?"I asked myself.I stared at her dark brown eyes as she tapped on my breasts and went down my body."she is searching for the phone."I said to myself.
She came up again and stopped at my breasts.She poked my breasts with Her index finger.I could tell she felt something.She got her hand in my breasts and removed the phone.
"What is this?" She asked as her nose flared.