MARIA
He's saying it again. He doesn't want me to go with him to London. And I get it. I wouldn't want to take me if I were him too.
But he's got to stop complaining about this to our family members. It's not like I want to go with him or anything. But I don't mind either. I mean, I don't have friends or anything that I will miss.
And maybe, just maybe, it'll be easier for me to practice Islam there.
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With a sigh, I plop myself onto the bed and comb through my hair using my fingers.
God, it's been an awfully long day.
The fact that I have to still pack everything for tomorrow's flight is haunting me to death.
Today, I went with my Dad to the bank to get money deposited in my debit card.
If I didn't die from the hot July weather I sure as hell died when I saw the amount of money h
