My friend has a 19 year old son who, like many offspring of our diasporic people, seems to be having trouble finding his way in life (another subject for another thread). So she is telling me how she woke up one Saturday morning and went downstairs to make her usual cup of coffee only to find a young lady in there rummaging around in her kitchen closet, looking the way one does when one has recently gotten out of bed. An before they could exchange greetings and she had any opportunity to ask who she was, di gyal (she said "RC, mi seh 'gyal' because that is what she was"
cut har eye after mi and went back into the son's room.
What would be your next move as the mother?
cut har eye after mi and went back into the son's room.What would be your next move as the mother?


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