Amina drew her chair back and took a seat at the dinning table, it was dinnertime and the servants came in one by one laying trays of food on the table. Dinner was a big affair in her house, they always prepared a feast and laid it on the table even though they were just going to take the little they could eat out of it and the rest would go to the staffs.
Jemima took the seat beside her and entwined their fingers together, she smiled at her, one of her canines was missing making her look silly.
"They prepared tuwo and miyan taushe today," Jemima whispered and Amina inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of the soup.
"Hmm, smells wonderful," they both giggled. The trays were covered, they only opened them when her father takes his seat at the table.
On cue, her father walked in leaning he
