SOPHIA
I’m surprised to see Aahil with my parents. When I scramble to get into a sitting position, Abdallah hurriedly steps forward as if I’m incapable of moving. I cut him off with a glare. With a sigh and a look heavenwards, he steps back and slides his hands into the pockets of his pants.
Before I even get the chance to sit, Mama comes rushing towards me. I watch the expression on her face; her eyes are blotchy with tears, lips turned up as she gazes at me. Well, I had no idea you cared, Mama.
Of course I’ve always known that my Dad loves me; he’s always been proud of me, even though, to be honest, there isn’t anything I’ve accomplished in life. Mama, on the other hand, disapproves of everything I do; she hated it when I got a boy-cut, she hated the fact that I wanted to go to Chin
