Grannnnnn....Grannnnnn
I watch my phone ring voraciously like It did yesterday and the day before. Mama said Uncle Bashir has been calling his mother and siblings since he travelled to Canada last year. I remember how we held hands at the airport while praying for his safe journey. I remember Uncle Bashir's bright smile as he sauntered into the plane. His dreams finally came to fruition. Mia keeps asking after her favourite Uncle and now I'm tired of framing lies to suit his image and I wish I could tell Mia that Uncle Bashir has forgotten us.
Mama knows I am infuriated about being left out. Uncle Bashir has stayed with us since he left university and he has been like the son Dad never had. We ate in the same plate and Mia called him Rishir fondly because she finds it complex to merge those two distinct words together. Uncle had told me before he left that he would work on my processing the minute he was stable there yet we stopped getting calls from Uncle after a month.
I thought home was in his heart and he would remember us as well. Uncle Bashir's mother travelled to Canada yesterday and today makes it a year and a half since my calls were ignore. I thought Uncle Bashir would be home where we could grow and aspire for greatness. Family binds us together after all as cousins or distant relatives. We were still family. Dad has resumed his work with a pathetic look on his face. Kindness forgets home sometimes and remembrance can be tasking.
We'll make home where we are even if our family remains left out.
