“Let me help you. Where are the teacups and saucers?” She asked, smiling at Zane.While they wait for the kettle of water to start boiling, Zane happily shows Janiya where everything is kept, from the food to the cups, glasses, plates, pots, pans, and chopsticks.By late evening, everyone was tired. His grandmother gave her a list of duties. Yes, duties were assigned, and yes, Janiya was basically the maid, treated like hired help. Every morning, Baba would awaken complaining about his injuries: the aching hip and pelvis, throbbing once the pain medicine wore off.Zane would drag himself out of bed to give him his medicine at 5 am. Baba didn’t miss a beat, going on and on about excruciating pain for a whole hour. Janiya would put the pillow over her head, but it was useless because breakfast had to be prepared by 6, no later than 6:30 am.She had to clean the entire house, cook, empty Baba's bedpan, wash and them, and change soiled seats. Zane bathed and dressed Baba, turning him so h
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