I sat on the bed after I had finished praying fajr ,looking around the room blankly. We hadn't talked to each other since the fight had happened.
Someone had to be the first to apologize but it was definitely not going to be me.
He was at fault"i mentally reminded myself.
I moved to the mirror staring at my image in it and mama's image suddenly flashed in my face. I was the exact replica of mama, even though we sometimes didn't agree on everything I loved her so much.
My long hair, my long lashes and my Snow White complexion where all from her. If mama was here she would have told me to stay strong and pray always. Sometimes I wonder how she could be so strong. I suddenly realized a tear drop on my hand. I wiped my face with the back of my hand then I moved away from the mir
