My parents moved into a new house 2 weeks ago. They’re still meeting their neighbours, one of whom came over today to meet us. I hear my mother coming down the hallway, introducing her to my siblings as she encounters them, and then saying something about how I’m home on break from school in BC. She calls me out of the kitchen where I am having elevenses at 3PM.

- Assalamu alaikum, Aunty.
- Wa alikummus salam. It’s nice to meet you.
- It’s nice to meet you, too.
- How old are you?
- Uh … 24.
- My daugher is 23. She lives at [X] and [X]. She got married two years ago. She comes home nearly everyday.

My mother’s face stiffens.