Before I could say anything, in one final swoop, grey hairexploded from my scalp, running down my shoulders, and parts of my facefilled up, only to fa...l, giving me a turkey neck, crow's feet, and saggingskin beneath my eyes. Then, everything went out of focus. I barely sawGriswald get up, go to her drawer, and come back to hand me something. Itwas a pair of her old lady glasses, no doubt a few decades old. I had nochoice but to put them on. Everything was now crystal clear.Whatever was. Muslim families have a LOT of brats, and they see themselves as Muslim first and Canadian second, something which doesn’t sit right with many ‘traditional’ Canadians. You’d think they’d give me a break since I’m a proud Christian man from the Caribbean who has zero interest in Islam and loves democracy and women’s rights. I mean, I go to church weekly and wear a cross and everything! Think that would sway their hearts? Nope. I’m as unwelcome here as guys with names like Mohammed or Ahmed. Maybe. . Time s gone so i said i wil come in the evenin we wil talk.. Dont worry mom i said and went to college.In the evenin i came home after seein me my mom cried… I said u dont worry mom jus leave it i said…i put my hands around her and hugged her from the side to me..by puttin my hands to her shoulder..I said stop cryin.. She stopped at that time.. I asked y u r doin with that uncle.. She didnt reply anythin… I said i m here mom even i m a guy i knw abt sex i said.. She said u r my son u dont. But I couldn’t have picked. I smirked I walked down the bed and Kia didn’t miss a step.“I’m coming too.” I was expecting Xiomara if anyone, but Marin was hurrying behind me.“Anyone else?” Laughed Pat, worrying.“OK,” Connie nodded, “Me too.”“Wow,” Is all I could say. We all walked to the lockers and took our towels. Kia handed me a body wash, “This smells the best.”“I like this one,” Connie handed me the shampoo/body wash combo bottle. The small block letters on bland white packaging nailed in.