Author note
Please read previous two chapters I have updated again with original chapters
“Sorrow looks back. Worry looks around. Faith looks up.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Humna p.o.v
I don't know why because of my health or the situation of my life I felt so low .
I blink back the tears and look up, staring at the ceiling with a hollowness inside my chest.
Flash back …
" Assalamualaikum " I greeted my aunt on the phone .
" Why did you call here? " she answered rudely .
She didn't even give an answer to my salaam , closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I spoke " I want to speak to Grandpa …. please don't say no I have been calling for so many days , you are not letting me speak to him once " I almost beg .
I missed my Grandpa …..
" Your grandpa doesn't want to talk to you … do
