“Mama, I have a query.”
Not tearing her eyes away from the pot she was stirring, Uhura pointed behind her, and she heard three little steps walk away from her. “How many times have I told you not to come up here while I’m cooking?”
“Samahani, Mama, but I have a query. It is very important.”
Uhura tapped the spoon against the lip of the pot and
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