sat in the middle of Auntie and Danuwoa. She grabbed my hand and nudged me to take Danuwoa’s and bowed her head to pray. The funny thing was…we never prayed over our meals. My aunt was a religious woman who went to church sometimes, always made it for the major holidays, but Sundays we were busy catching up on chores when we all worked on the weekends. We thanked Creator regularly, and Auntie was better about her before-bed ritual of burning braided sweetgrass she got from her friend living in South Dakota and showing gratitude for the day’s blessings. But I saw her shit-eating grin as she
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LMAO she playing matchmaker
