Abba felt under the intense of a scorching fire; rather than the bloodshot eyes of his dear daughter. His Adam's apple kept bubbling up and down, he was surely trying to form the words in his mouth, but it loomed the words are so hard to compress.
Amna sombrely moved close to Abba, and placed her hands on his thigh___her tears dripping onto his trouser. "Abba, please tell her, she might feel relieved. We all know what she has been going through, please Abba," she pleaded sith a rueful tone, she knew it's hardly Abba will talk, seeing the look in his eyes.
He held her shoulders and squated her down to his sitting size. Clearing her tears, he spoke softly, yet; lovingly. "It's okay, Amna. I'll tell your sister, stop crying," there was a smile, rather; smirk that curved his, he might have
