She spread out the table cloth she had borrowed from Arzoo, a fancy one with embroidery work. She turned the old newdpapers from the storage into paper hats and then, spread a smile across her face.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you, dear Barbieeee." Sang five kids, including Mariam. She had invited four of her newly made friends, family to be precise, to her doll's birthday.
All of them wore the party caps she had made, something her brother never agreed to do. Everyone picked up an Alphenliebe from the small bowl.
"Mariam Didi, Zahm took my toffee." Complained the youngest of the group.
"No, Didi, she's lying." Explained the accused.
"We shouldn't fight. Barbie doesnt like when people quarel." Mariam gave another toffee to little Zuha, who happily accepted it.
All were playing board games, when Mishal entered the girl's dormitory. "Mariam, you have a call."
