“When we were growing up, Efe was stubborn. She never obeyed instructions. I was determined to be better, to be an example for her, to make you and Baba proud by any means. “So I was obedient—a good daughter. But you took advantage of my willing compliance. You governed parts of my life you had no right over. And I foolishly allowed you because I didn’t know how to be anything else but the obedient daughter.” “Azere,” she says. “You are a good daughter.” “Of course. But only when I do what you want. Right? I’m a good daughter only when you can control me.”
