 One night we were in our home when relatives and people from my father's village descended on our home. I had never met most of these people before. They stood around my mother and screamed at her. They were screaming the language of my father's tribe, a language he had never taught his American-born children. My aunt, sister, and I sat on a staircase eavesdropping. There was a church member translating for my mom who also comes from a different tribe than my father.