I walked down the stairs as I could hear the sound of talking coming from the dining room.
It was a week since I got my fever and today, I was finally feeling better. So after waking up and praying Fajr salah and reading a few pages of the Holy Quran, I decided to finally join for breakfast with my family. It was getting boring sitting on the bed and eating food all by myself.
Although sometimes, Omar would cook food by himself and even hand fed me, I still missed the regular conversation with our family.
I walked down the stairs and finally reached the dining table where I saw mom and dad talking and eating while Omar and Emily had a war going on. Except for the fact that Emily was totally doing it violently while Omar just sat on his chair, holding a newspaper and arguing back to her.
