I turn and see my mother with some of her distant cousins ​​staring at me with their mouths hanging open. I know what Manu and I look like. From a happy family, her pregnant and me with a little boy in my arms. My mother walks towards us while the others stay behind and chat among themselves. She does not take her eyes off Manu's little belly for a single moment. I can read all the thoughts racing through his head on his face. I can read regret. That of having rejected Manu. Manu who apparently has no difficulty conceiving. Manu who, I see from his crooked smile, would be...