The rest of the drive went pretty smoothly.
After Zarra got her ice cream, she pretty much knocked out and fell asleep. Zayn followed shortly after, while I was still feeling fresh after getting my much-needed dose of caffeine.
As we got closer to my hometown, the scenery slowly changed.
More trees.
Fewer cars.
Smaller roads surrounded by endless stretches of green.
Even the air somehow felt different.
Surprisingly, both Zayn and Zarra woke up almost as soon as I took the final turn towards my parents' house.
"Are we there yet, Mama?" Zarra asked in a groggy, sleepy voice.
"Almost there, honey."
I glanced at her through the rear-view mirror.
She was still fighting sleep, her hair slightly messy from the long nap.
A few minutes later, the familiar house finally came into view. M
