She closed her eyes, unshed tears rimmed her eyelashes, tilting her chin up and brought her face up. This was her unwilling consent to prove that she indeed loved him. Realizing little that love demands no proves, only the heart needs to connect.
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"Sometimes you don't know where to start, so you never start."
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"Salam, I'm home" she announced in a tired voice, throwing her hospital bag by the door and taking off her shoes before walking further into the apartment. Mehra peeked out her head from the kitchen upon hearing her voice and eyed her sprawled form over the living area sofa.
"Amaar is out of city for a conference. Are you hungry? Should I set dinner for you?" She asked.
"Oh! Yes, please. I'm starving." She looked around the empty living area, "where's Mehmet? You didn't put him to bed this early?" Arina walked after her into the kitchen and started picking up plates to set them for dinner.
"Yeah, like that little devil would feel tired at this hour. He's inside watching cartoons."
"Oh!" She set the plates on their small dining table and was about to fetch Mehmet when both of them heard a loud thud followed by high pitched cries of the child.
They rushed towards the room and saw the two year old on the floor, crying hysterically. Panic-stricken Arina rushed to his side, picked him up immediately and started inspecting him for injuries. Little Mehmet thrashed in pain in her embrace making it harder for her to hold him in place for her aching heart to know he was alright. Cupping his tiny chin, she inspected his face to follow the red stream of blood mixing with tears dripping down his face.
A deep cut harshly peeked at her at the upper corner of his left eyebrow. He had somehow managed to get past all the cushions restricting him on the bed and slipped to hit his forehead with the corner of the nightstand. Arina moved his arms and legs to check for broken bones or sprained muscles and could tell with her medical expertise that his head had taken the entire impact of his fall.
"Mehra, get me the first aid quickly." She seemed rooted to the ground, gone in passive shock after seeing her child in so much blood and pain. "MEHRA!" Arina yelled her name, bringing her back and setting her off in a haste to bring her the first aid box.
