The role of human replacement in preserving precious memories
Maami is Back Maami died, was buried, and we held the final burial ceremony in eight days as she wished. But I dreamt that I got home one afternoon and met Maami on her bed. She used the same old slangs and even threatened to beat me with “pankere” (cane) if I ever acted naughtily. She was swift to act. She looked fresher, and all the sicknesses that wearied her were gone. As I walked into the room, my tiny handbag fell off in awe. I knew Maami was gone, but here was Maami sitting in front of me. My mouth opened wide in disbelief, and I tiptoed as if the ground w...
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