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“You’re standing there pressing your phone, and the kitchen is a mess. But you were the one who just used the kitchen. Why didn’t you clean it?”
“Are you talking to me like that? Have you lost your senses? In my own son’s house?”
“Yes, Mama, you said it yourself—in your son’s house. And I am in my husband’s house. Go to your own husband’s house and let me enjoy my marriage. Did your mother not let you enjoy your own marriage? Answer me.”
“So you can talk back to me now? You low-class girl my son picked from the bush, you’re talking back to me? You must be very stupid!”
“Mom, what is happening here?”
“Can you imagine this stupid girl? I told her to go wash the plates in the kitchen, and she had the audacity to tell me that because I was the one who used the kitchen, I should be the one to clean it.”
“Oh God, what is all this? Mom, please go inside. Let me talk to her.”
“Talk to her? She must be stupid if she thinks she can chase me out of my son’s house.”
“Why did you say that to my mom?”
“You’ve seen how your mother has been treating me, right? Am I her slave?”
“What do you mean by that? Since morning, you’ve been cooking and cleaning. After you made breakfast, she said she wasn’t eating. Then she went into the kitchen, cooked her own meal, and now she’s telling me that even though the kitchen is dirty, I should clean it.”
“So cleaning up after my mother is now a problem? Do you hear yourself right now?”
“Your mom has been here for two weeks making my life a living hell. Can’t you see that?”