"This place looks lovely."
"The States is always lovely." Maureen smiled at the older woman.
"I love it," the older said again. A broader smile lit Maureen’s face again at the older woman’s attempt in trying to speak English.
"You know… momma, you can speak Igbo."
"No, I wouldn’t." She squeezed her face in disgust.
"Here requires more than that, please," she concluded facing her daughter.
"Momma, you never change," Maureen laughed out. Unoma looked on at her daughter and didn’t respond. The words were already formed, but she couldn’t tell why it wasn’t coordinated out of her buccal cavity. She watched her daughter laugh.
"This way, mum," she heard her daughter’s voice behind and stopped. "This way," Maureen said again closer now. Unoma followed her daughter, and they walked sideways with each other.

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