b'T3 Journal - Student Writing in Drama, University of Exeter 2019-20Mum: In this country, no one cares about how smart foreigners are.Nel: MumMum: Listen to me. They take one look and you are a Paki. You are cast as a black boy when youre too young to choose your own parts. Before you speak, they have already made up their mind about who you are and where you come from.Nel: Theyre not racist, Mum. I look like other people there. I sound like them.Mum: I raised you English because no one listens to foreigners in this country.Nel: I listened. I always listened. Youre my Mum. You bought my uniform for grammar school. You took me to ballet. You were my first teacher. You loved me. But youre dead. You died before you taught me everything I needed to learn.Mum blinks. She stands up.Mum: Get a takeaway tonight. Have a good cry, okay? Get back to work tomorrow. You know what you need to do.Mum leaves Nel in the living room.76'