"Shaima did you finish the notes of FAR CRY FROM AFRICA?"
"No darl .not yet how about you?" ,"not yet girl still hanging on half" I replied
"what about coming over tonyt?we could finish together?"Shaima suggested
Shaima is my best friend from childhood. She knows everything about me and is the only one on earth who truly cries for me. Shaima is about 5'3" and a bit heavier than I am—not as thin as I am. She has black eyes and short, straight black hair. Her complexion is neither fair nor dark.
"I'll confirm with Dad and let you know," I said. A few minutes later, I called my dad. He told me he would discuss it with my aunt and get back to me. Shortly after, I received a message: "[Come home; we’ll decide"]
""What’s Dad saying?" Shaima asked.
"As usual, darling, but they want me to come home this time to say no," I winked.
When I returned home, I pushed the door open and greeted them, "Assalamualaikum." My dad, aunt, and my little devil stepsister, Rahma, were waiting for me.
"Walaikumsalam," Dad replied, then turned to my aunt. "So you want us to let her go wherever she pleases? Is that appropriate for a teenage girl? Is this how your mom taught you to go out without permission?"
Tears started to gather in my eyes, as they always did whenever she brought up my mom. She scolded me for no reason, even though I had asked for permission.
"Talk! Don't just sit there like you did nothing. Look at Rahma; she’s so well-mannered. But you—oh God..."
I couldn't take it anymore and ran to my room, unable to hold back my emotions.
Though I knew this is usual but still when she take mom for little things I break ..
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