Kazmiyah wasn’t at full strength after spending a few days in the hospital but she was certainly strong enough to not be sitting in bed like a wounded animal anymore.
Warren popped by later on in the afternoon with a full bag of clothing. “Sorry, sweetie.” He apologized sheepishly. “I-I didn’t know what to get.”
Kazmiyah thought that her father’s frantic attitude towards something as simple as not being sure of what he should have gotten for her to wear was refreshing; he had actually cared enough to care about something so menial, and that made Kazmiyah feel good about herself. It made her feel wanted.
She picked up the bag of clothes and searched through them. It barely matched but out of the bunch, she found a white-basic v-neck shirt and a pair of beige jeggings.
