"Who was that?" My mom asked as she emerged from my bedroom.
I stopped in my tracks, still wielding the large bag of plantains the old man had given to me.
"What is that you are holding? Why must you collect something from a stranger?" My mom hollered, not even giving me a chance to explain myself before starting to look down on me.
"It was an old man," I deadpanned, not caring to hide the annoyance I felt from her behavior towards me.
"There are many old men in this village, Chisom. Therefore, it must be one of them that visited. Did you not see it as important to remember how he looked like so that you would be able to describe him to me?" She asked, glaring at me in a manner that made me feel stupid.
"Well, why didn't you go out to open the door yourself?" I muttered, making sure that she didn't hear.
