ABDALLAH
Have I done something wrong? In retrospect, the only thing that could've made her act like that was me holding her hand. But, I thought she was okay with it otherwise I never would've done it.
And now she's eyeing my room like she would rather be on the streets than here. Maybe it doesn't fit her style.
My room is nothing special. It's all plain white walls and bookshelves encasing several course books. I just come home to sleep every day after tirelessly working all day.
So, as long as there is a place to sleep and roof on my head, I don't really care. Now, though, I'm thinking maybe I should've renovated it.
I rock on the tips of my feet. Sophia pads away from the doorway and to the bed. My own eyes fall on it.
Aw crap.
Why, Ma? Why?
The kind sized bed is decorated with
