I sighed as my dad ranted on about every single wrong i had done all my life. From her vantage point at the kitchen door,mom willed him with her eyes to stop lest the neighbours heard his shouting. I could care less.
"Dad can you like,keep it down? A girl's tryna eat up in here"
I said as rudely as i could manage and glared at him.
He stared at me for a long time probably thinking of a wisecrack he hadn't used before while i pretended to be enjoying my meal.
"Ada,i don't blame you. It's your mother. That woman that slaves to put food on your table,it's her..."
There was a loud bang on the door. Father froze mid statement. Mom and i turned to stare at the front door,we weren't expecting visitors. It was past 9pm. The loud bang again,this time persistent.
"Who is that person that won't let me have a night's rest? "
Dad shouted and headed for the door.
"In the name of Allah,i command you,open this door"
We froze. My fork clanked to my plate. The tv that was blaring minutes ago became silent.
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