Together

IT WAS like a speeding car that I could only catch up with mom and France. They were talking but I could not understand because another language was spoken. I just remained quiet when we reached the farm where there were vegetable crops. I think the vegetables in the hut are almost here.

"Bean, and bean." A song by one of us picking vegetables.

"Mom, how many relatives do they have here?" I whispered.

"There are only about ten families here in a compound, and mostly our relatives."

"I mean, that man is a relative of ours?" I pointed my snout at the man sitting with them dad under the tree.

He is wearing a white t-shirt, and you can really notice that he is handsome.

"No, that's France's friend." His response while busy picking vegetables.

"When else did that come? I didn't notice yesterday that it was with France."

"Just arrived this morning." France approached here with a friend. I even noticed they both looked at me.

"They look alike." I spoke softly.