A Beautiful Masquerade

4

"Don't go too far you two." I took out both Mikael and Gibrael as promised and I can't say I'm not enjoying it. Played tag with the kids and than a little soccer and now I'm getting tired cause these kids could run. I decided that they could play on there own for a while but where I could still see them.

The park was like any other park with a kids playground with the baby swings and the adult ones, my favorite and than there was the basketball and a handball court. The park was nicely kept and pretty. The younger kids were with their parents and the teenagers and young adults were playing basketball or handball. There was a spot between the handball and basketball court where the bad-ass cool kids sit but really just a bunch of teenagers acting high and mighty. Some had tattoos and some were smoking. Not sure why some kids think smoking is cool. Anyways I make sure that both Mikael and Gibrael are near by and head to the swings. They're both playing with other kids now, they seems to make friends pretty easily and are quite social.

 I think about what happened at school today. After the incident at lunch everything went back to the usually afternoon routine. Well that's what I think but everyone was giving me mixed looks. Some thought I was crazy, some thought I was brave and looked at me with admiration and than there were some like my friends who looked like my final days had come and would soon die. I guess it's a good thing I didn't see any of the new kids after lunch than. 

I suddenly hear Mikael crying and run over to him.

"He fell down while running" Gibrael explains to me looking at Mikael with worry. I quickly look at him to make sure he didn't get any injuries and give him a hug and try to soothe him. 

"Come on Mikael your a big kid now, OK, so how about we get some ice cream and than go home." Ice cream immediately does the trick and he stops crying and began drying his tears. 

"Me too" Gibrael says. "Yes both of you, now lets go cause I want some too" I hold both their hands and we are off the ice cream truck. Its is a bit cold but the ice cream truck still came not that I'm complaining. 

"However, you both can't tell mom and dad and when we get home you both still have to eat dinner, deal" I say before we reach the truck.

"Ok we won't tell mom and dad but I don't want to eat dinner." Gibrael complains.
"Than no ice cream"
"ok ok ok we will" Mikael quickly agrees.
"Promise"
"Promise" they both yell. I laugh and buy them their favorite ice cream. Strawberry for Mikael and Chocolate for Gibrael and a Vanilla for me. They both seem happy and we begin to walk back home. I'm listening to there conversation and laughing, sometimes I wish I could go back to being a kid when everything was so much easier and Mika would still be here, with me. I suddenly lose the appetite to finish my ice cream and throw it in the trash near the end of the street. 

We finally reach home and both of the munchkins have finished there ice cream which is a good thing, if my dad saw he would flip and there goes a peaceful dinner. Not that my dad's overly strict or anything but he wants to make sure that both of them eat dinner and have all their nutrition. These two devils would usually complain about not wanting to eat dinner if there's any veggies and having two twin boys throw a tantrum about not wanting to eat can cause a major headache, believe me I've been through it before and I'm glad I made them promise earlier. The monsters run in ahead of me and yell Yusuf. I guess I'm having dinner with Zara again. Oh the joy. I sigh and walk in. 

"Salam, didn't know you guys were coming over?" I question Yusuf. 

"I know I just wanted to eat here and Zara's a horrible cook." We both start laughing but truth is Zara is a great cook. 

We head towards the living room. Everyone's doing there own thing watching the basketball game that's on, OK, so that was the real reason Yusuf and Zara came and all the guys like watching the game together  and Zara was reading a fashion magazine and Sara was on her phone. My mom's in the kitchen so I go to the kitchen for a snack. My sisters come in after a few minutes as well. "What's wrong, why are you all here?" "They're arguing about basketball and soccer" Zara answered. I smile to myself, I love playing basketball and soccer. Not to brag but I'm a pro at basketball and pretty good at soccer.