Naz,” I whisper. “What’s going on?” “What’s going on is your mother isn’t happy to see you near me.” “Why?” I ask, my voice trembling. “Who are you?” “You know who I am,” he says. “The question you should be asking is who are they.” “Mom,” I call out. “Mom, what’s happening? How do you know Naz?” She doesn’t look at me, but I know she hears my words. Her alarm grows when I call him Naz. She pleads with him more. “Please, she’s my daughter... my little girl.
-J.M. Darhower
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