kcneilwe:
18/01/2021, MAPUTO, MZ
“i never thought my mother could be so intense. all the questions, it almost felt like she was fully interrogating us.” she frowned, though her mother’s behavior hadn’t been enough to efface her good mood. it had been almost sweet, even, so she still smiled when she and alina were together at the balcony of her own apartment, enjoying the settling sun. “she isn’t normally so fussy. hopefully it wasn’t too terrible? she did like you, you know.” // @alinasoletskaya
“she was being nice, kenny!” alina insists. she’d had worse interrogations on ukrainian national television, she was sure. kenny’s parents just cared, and it was nice to see, “leon and kristina will eventually do the same to you, when i finally schedule that lunch.” alina grinned, staring out at the sunset and commenting, “it is beautiful here, i think i’ll like it more than i like kyiv.” she remembers how many times that she’d voiced her disdain for her home and amends that, awkwardly, “that doesn’t mean much. i - i could see myself living here, with you, is what i - that’s what i meant.”











