Utat sat on a wooden chair, watching two sky scrapers through the window when her friend introduced her younger sister and their last born to her.
“How are you Emma?” she said to the last born.
Emma put his face down and said, “Fine.”
When, latter, their father returned home, she would see he resembled his father.
Then she and her friend walked out, followed a passage and entered the kitchen through the dining to greet her mother.
Her mother sat on a plastic stool. “You are welcomed my daughter”, she said when her daughter told her Utat was her friend and she would spend a week with them, they were in the same university, in the same level and in the same department.
“Huh! You’re really welcomed”, she said.
Then they returned to their room. Her friend wore a white vest. Utat did the same.