For the next few months, I barely saw Mama. She was always out, sometimes not coming back at night. I don't know where she went but I didn't mind. I threw the stupid clothes she had bought. Funnily enough, she didn't say anything. In fact, she now wanted me to look drab, wear no make up. She even brought glasses to hide my green eyes (my father's eyes).
On the rare occasions we were together, she would tell me that if one wanted a job done, then one had to do it.
Fine by me. I was free at last.