2e (2nd Edition)
I smelled awful. I did not even know what I was doing there. I did not know who was graduating and whose house party it was. Early in my stay there (Ethiopian parties last forever), I was watching two friends play video games. I felt like “this can’t be so bad.” Let me fast forward a bit. My mom walks into the tiny living room I was in at the party and says “This is Asharig, you know Asharig.” I’m like “yeah, I know Asharig.”
The people I was sitting next to could notice how bad I smelled. I have some digestive health problem. At one point, they said “Man!!!” all at the same time. I felt worse. I was paralyzed with fear, I couldn’t even get myself to get up and go to the bath room again.
Let me tell what the room looked like. It was evening, so the lights were on and made the walls look orange. The name of my two friends were Barakat and Temesgen. They are younger than me. My mom and I showed up a little late so I didn’t eat anything. I can always remember when I ate Ethiopian injera because my hands get so messy and oily that I have to wash my hands with soap afterwards.