Astennu
Something cool pressing against my forehead registered and my eyes snapped open, snatching the offender's hand, my body ready for a fight all over again. A yelp buzzed in my ears as my eyes cleared and adjusted to the dim lighting… of my room?
A tanned hand came into focus, a washcloth grasped within it; my mother.
“Mom?” My voice croaked, thick with sleep.
“Marhaba habibi (hi darling),” she slowly unfurled my fingers around her wrist and cupped my cheek. “Your brother carried you up a few moments ago. Are you feeling any better, my beautiful boy?”
My face heated immediately, hearing the feminine snigger at the foot of my bed belonging to Catalina, stifling a snide laugh behind her hand.
‘Thiago is our mom’s chico hermoso (beautiful boy) too. She’d still be tucking him into
