It's been three months since Kahin came back, three months since Ian and his friends abused me, three months in which I try to remember and can't, three months in which I try to move on. My mother is more impossible with Kahin, she has a Congolese hatred as my aunt Lourdes would say, she hates him the most, but what catches my attention is that when Kahin gets fed up with her mistreatment, she just has to say that she doesn't want to make him lose patience and it's all so that mom doesn't continue with her treatment of him, that surprises me, she has never seen him lose...