26. Who is that girl?
Siddharth’s P.O.V
My eyes burnt as the bright sun pierced through the big glass windows of my room onto my face.
I groaned and pulled the comforter over my head to block morning light.
“What a sweet sleep I had last night” I mumbled hugging my pillow.
I heard a knock on my door followed by a motherly voice, “Sid, my child…Are you up???....Your Dad is waiting for you at breakfast table….Hurry up.”
“Aunt Ray, ….go away please …I want to sleep more” I shouted not wanting to get up.
Aunt Ray, only I call her Aunt Ray, for everyone else she is Rehana. She is working at our home from many years now. She was my caretaker when I was young, when my mother passed away.
She still treats me as I am a small school going child.
She is my cook also. Though there are many c
