AAHIL
Out of all the places, she had to choose the UK. Of course, she had to. I look at my watch again and blow out a breath. The clock reads 8 p.m. which means we’re late. And guess who hates being late. Yup, that’s me.
I don’t know why Amal takes this long to dress up when she doesn’t have to wear any makeup or make her hair. But who am I to yell at her even though that’s what I’m internally doing.
I’m trying hard not to think about what tomorrow will entail. Of the week Amal and I will spend alone. That’s tomorrow and I’ll worry about it later. Today we’re going exploring with my parents, Amal and my uncle’s family to Lahore’s central city.
It’s going to be so much fun that I can’t wait.
Or more like I can’t wait for this to be over to that I can get back to work.
“I’m ready,” Co
