Opening the torn and little shabby curtains of our one room apartment, I met a sight I didn't know would ever happen. Papa was on top of mama and the sounds coming out from her were as if she was in great pain. The movements were beginning to increase and the low cry of mama was making me want to rush inside and scream, but no, I didn't. Instead, I went to the neighbors house to continue our sand cooking competition, I bet my food will taste better this time, we all just have to wait for kachi our only male play mate to judge today and knowing he enjoys playing with the tip of my braided hair had already given me the assurance that he will choose my cooking again today.
