27
Zain
“Why did you wake us up so early?” Zayed yawned, his hair all over the place as he entered the study wearing pajamas, with bananas all over them.
We all stared at him. Me, Khalid, Zara, Rahim and our grandmother. Only he was the one wearing pajamas, while all of us were dressed up, ready for the day.
“It’s ten in the morning,” Zara deadpanned.
“Is it?” He looked out of the balcony to see the sun and squinted his eyes. “Yes, it is.”
“As I was saying before Zayed interrupted us. I want to bring Nasrin back and by the way I treated her, she is mad at me,” I announced.
“She definitely hates you,” Zara agreed, nodding her head. “Probably punch you when she sees you.”
Everyone murmured their agreement while I gaped at them. “That doesn’t help me.”
“We are not here to tell you
