Drama multiplied by 100

Silence prevailed in the lobby as my mother shouted those words laced with a righteous vengeance at Mazi Nnanna.

Nobody wanted to speak, perhaps they were either too surprised, shocked, or too afraid to.

The other elders seemed to recline further into the seats, trying to avoid my mother's glare even though it wasn't focused on them.

I cheered her on in my mind, proud that she had finally started standing up for herself.

Mazi Nnanna seemed to be pinned to his chair by the heated glare of my mother.

If looks were daggers, then Maxi Nnanna would have been dying of the most grievous stab wounds already.

Time seemed to stretch on for an eternity before Mazi Nnanna cleared his throat shakily.

"Well, my daughter–"

Before he could even get ten words out, my mother cut him off immediately.

"Do not call me your daughter. You do not get to call me that," She said, pure ice dripping from her words.