Just when I thought the barrage of questions would overwhelm me, a commanding and firm feminine voice pierced through the air. "Alright, all of you should get up, can't you see that he isn't hearing anything you're saying?"
Recognizing the voice as Fifi's, I awaited her appearance, relieved by her intervention. She entered my line of sight and began coaxing the women to their feet.
With gratitude, I took her outstretched hand, allowing her to assist me in rising.
Her broad palms brushed away the dust from my back, offering a gentle pat as if to console me. Together, we moved towards the side of the room, where my mother, Ursa, and her mother were seated, surrounded by the rest of my women.
