Patrick greeted Mamatina politely, “Good afternoon, ma.” Mama-Tina lifted her head to face him, as she had previously been looking down while arranging her fruits. Of course, she was carrying Godsent on her back, tied with her wrapper—the traditional African way for mothers to carry their babies. She used her wrapper to support Godsent so he wouldn’t fall.
When Mama-Tina lifted her head and faced Patrick, she was struck by his resemblance to her grandson. It seemed to her that she had seen his face before, but she couldn't really remember where.
Patrick seemed to have changed; he had become more manly, looking more mature and bigger than the last time she had seen him. Mama-Tina felt strange as a cold breeze swept through her, making her wonder if she was okay.
She recollected her thoug
