I started speaking Tamil again after fifteen years

When I say things

the words don’t sound right

and I can feel my Amama’s hand at the back of my head even though she is long gone.

Redness fills my mouth.

I put the glass down to find a large chunk missing.

I call my mom

I tell her I’ve swallowed some glass

I try to tell her in Tamil, but I feel stupid so I say it English

She tells me to say it in Tamil anyway

Ama, I ate glass and it feels like butter

No, that can’t be right

Ama, I ate glass and it feels bad.