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B.❤.B 4- Don't you Cry LadyBird!

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*Farheen POV.*

After hours of shopping I was tired but happy with my purchase even though I didn't get those cute shoes. I spoiled myself with a dozen shoes and matching bags, new skirts and jackets, and dresses.

I sent the chauffer home with my shopping bags as I waited for my dad in a restaurant.

I chilled in the lounge with a Latte Macchiatto while waiting for my dad, when my phone rings.

"Hullo, papa."I say excited right away.

"I'm sorry-." The minute he said that, my mind shut down. I knew what would be his next words, 'He can't make it here'. It is not news; I just know he won't ever have time for me.

Well, this is my life. Lonely, no friends; the only family that actually cares is my aunt. She calls me from time to time, but now that we are in two different sides of the world, I can no longer be with her.

In fact she gave me this Moschino before I came here; she knows I'm all about fashion; so she took me to Milan during fashion week. I almost went crazy.

It was my first time out in the world, I was home schooled and I never really got to go places and meet people. But I know airports, I know all of them.
When I discovered online shops, I couldn't stop ordering, on my dad's credit card of course, to see if he gets a bit concerned.
Ever since my mum died, my dad turned into a workaholic, my brother turned into a sports-holic and me into a shopaholic.

"Farh!" My dad calls and I snatch out of my thoughts. "Are you still there?"

"I have already sent the chauffer home, I'm here waiting for you." I say disappointed, but I'm pretty sure I sounded mad.

"Call him to come get you, dear. I just can't now, I'm very busy."

"I'm not going with the chauffer." I refuse, stubborn as I am.

"Farh, just do as I say." My dad says trying to be patient.

"If you don't come get me, I will stay here until you come." I say and hang up the call.

I look around the room and almost felt like crying. I pay and leave the place right away, because I don't want to get emotional in front of people.

I run across the street and cross the road never looking to the sides, the phone starts ringing again and I ignore the call.
I find myself walking and suddenly I have no idea of where I'm.

I walk into a park and sit to a bench gazing, I see kids running around some with their parents and it hits to me that I never had that chance to be out with my parents holding my hand and helping me in the swing. I learned my first surat from a Mwalim and not from any of my parents. The islamic etiquettes I know, all learned from researchs and the Hafisa that used to teach me.