Vlad

My father started to introduce us to each other, then we started to drink tea with them, and my father and mother were still mingling with them, even my little brothers loved them and started talking to them as well. I was never comfortable with this. How could these people, especially the whites, be friendly? I did not feel those looks staring at me. I turned around and saw the white man looking at me, and when I looked at him, he smiled and said, “What’s wrong, are you nervous? Is there something bothering you?” Vivi was even more bothered by his words. Only my parents call me this nickname. How could he dare to call me this while he is a stranger?