AAHIL
I survived dinner.
Even with sick uncle jokes and nothing much to do, I survived. Now, it’s nighttime and dammit. I’m not in the mood to hear Amal tell me off. I haven’t had two cups of coffee yet.
I need them to endure arguments with Amal. And other stuff that I’d rather not think of.
So, that’s what I do in the kitchen. Apart from making coffee, there really isn’t much I can make. Between studying and working, I never really had the time––or interest.
“What are you doing here?”
My head snaps in Amal’s direction, as she stands with her arms crossed in the doorway.
I point to the mug and coffee machine. She walks closer, eyes narrowed at the coffee brewing.
“Why aren’t you wearing glasses?” I ask since she keeps squinting her eyes.
She waves a hand in the air. “They’re
