Requital (COMPLETED)

Chapter 19 - Moving ahead

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ZainabKassim

Chapter 19

Moving Ahead.

Whenever I See my parents smiling, my heart stutters.

(Translation of above picture)

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She sat on the single bed, glancing around the room.

Her heart thudded faster, when her gaze fell on three of her black and beige trolley bags that stood neatly against the wall, a few cardboard boxes were stacked beside the bags.

She wiped away a few stray tears that escaped her eyes.

Even though she was moving in with her mother willingly, she still felt so sad and emotional, then again...why wouldn't she? This had been her home from birth, she spent her childhood in this home, she had the best memories in this house, she had the most loving parents as well as siblings, she went through her teenage phase in this house and she always thought that she would leave from this very house, only when she was married off to her husband...whoever he would be.

She sighed.

As much as it hurt to leave her family, after knowing about her mother and the sufferings and hardships she faced, after knowing about her health, she couldn't just let her live alone now, could she?

What kind of a daughter would she be, if she left her mother to stay on her own, even after knowing how dearly she loved her and how eager she was for her to finish her last year of school, so that she could finally be reunited with her daughter!

Her mother's feelings aside, she felt it was the right thing to do and she really really wanted to cover up for the years that they had not spent together.

She walked over to the mirror, making sure her face was clear of any signs of crying.

She didn't want her family to think she was being forced to take this big step, neither did she want them to think she was doing this unwillingly. She wanted to assure them that this was her own will and she was very happy with her decision.

She slipped on her plain black, flare abaya, then wrapped a burgundy scarf around her head, securing it with pins. She then slipped on plain black pumps.

Satisfied with her outfit, she stepped out of the room, heading to the living room, where her family sat, sadness apparent on their faces.

She blinked back her own tears.

This was harder than she thought it would be.

"Assalamualaykum."

She greeted, trying hard not to cry once again.

"Wa alaykumsalam. "

They greeted back in unision.