The long fingers, the knack for engineering, even my liking jasmine tea---all of that had come from her. Yet despite all of this, her eyes were hard as she looked at me. 

"Are you absolutely sure?" Mara asked. 

"Sister Fatima told me everything."

"You met her?"

"A long story. But yeah, I had to."

Mara's lips came together as if she was struggling what to say. "So what do you want to know? Why I named you Mark, why I left---"

"Nothing of that."

"So why did you bother?"

It took everything in me to speak. "Cause I'm your son."