We were just steps away from freedom, the boarding gate in sight, our passports clutched tightly in our hands, when a familiar voice cracked through the hum of the airport. “Nkem… my daughter, please wait!” I turned sharply, stunned to see Mama running toward us, a scarf loosely tied around her head and a small worn-out black purse clutched in her hands. Security tried to stop her, but she screamed, “That’s my son! Please, I need to speak to my son before he leaves forever!” Ebuka froze beside me. My chest tightened. I didn’t know whether to run or face
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