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She called.
He answered.
She fell.
He pushed.
She cried.
He lost.
She lost.
He found.
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"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you." I woke to the sound of some person or people singing. Wait, that was Ya Fauzi, Ya Ibrahim and Ya Maryam.
"Oh myyyyyyy. Ya Fauzi. You're really here." I couldn't help but say.
"Happy birthday lil sis. My baby is all grown up." She faked a sniffle.
I stood up and hugged her. I hugged my brother too.
"Well, Maryam, I don't need to hug you because I see you every day." I still hugged her.
They all left my room after the little reunion.
Two years have passed in a blur. Wow, I'm already 18. Oh shittt. I am 18 like 1 and 8 when they come together. Don't mind me because I'm just exhausted.
I went into the bathroom and had my first bath, at the age of eighteen that is. Don't mind my craziness.
After about what seemed like 10 minutes, I got out of the bathroom and went to my closet and brought out the perfect attire for today, black sweatpants and a blue t-shirt. Since, it was a little chilly considering the December weather. I decided to wear a black cropped hoodie with the word babygirl written on it
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With that, I was ready for breakfast.
I walked into the kitchen expected to see my mother and instead I saw aunt Safiya, my mother's sister. I really dislike this woman. I had no choice but to greet her.
I smiled at her and greeted her. She replied me and smiled back.
"Happy birthday, Amra." She said and I thanked her.
As I was making myself some coffee, my mum came into the kitchen.
"Good morning, mama."
"Good morning, ammi. Happy birthday, darling. May Allah bless you."
"Ameen." I said as I hugged her.
I went back to my room with a plate of pancakes on one hand and a cup of coffee on the other.
I grabbed my phone from the dresser and sat on the bed.
I entered photos and started viewing photos of my classmates and I.
I came across so many pictures with happy memories you know. Then I came across a folder named AmSad. That was the name Cami gave Sadiq and I because she thought we were meant to be.
