Aya joined her grandfather and her cousin for lunch in their garden.
“Excuse your father as he has some important meeting to go to,” Marcel told Aya as he noticed his granddaughter looked a bit down after his son, her father left.
Aya looked at her grandfather and smiled at him.
“It’s okay, grandpa. I’m kind of used to it, no biggie.” She said, and then Fedra and her grandfather looked at each other. They both knew that Aya was lying.
“How did you celebrate your birthday?” Marcel asked his granddaughter to change the subject.
Aya took a sip of her juice before she wiped her mouth and looked at her grandfather.
“I didn’t,” she answered.
Both Fedra and Marcel looked at her.
“Why?” Fedra asked.
“Are you still spending your time alone?”
“Child, you are a grown woman with a stable c
