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Don't blame Samia for running away from her mother.. I might have too.

The boneless chicken is cut into neat squares, and marinated overnight with tikka spices, yogurt, olive oil, and ginger-garlic paste. It’s been simmering on a bed of onions and tomatoes for an hour now, and I’m guessing it must be soft enough to melt in my mouth, if I was allowed to eat the same food as the owners of the house.

Mimi's Nani/cousin/cousins wife and I would not get along, nope!

Bet she'd say something if I hid in a corner and read a book 📖 plus not letting anyone pinch or hug me

I look around with interest. There are petite armchairs covered in lush red velvet, small round side tables with unusual items like a white chessboard and a collection of glass figurines. An elegant golden chandelier hangs from the middle of the ceiling. I feel my eyes rounding until they’re stretched like golf balls, and my mouth is probably open, although I’m too shocked to care.

Abba just lies back on his bed, no matter how hot it is, and murmurs, “It’ll be all right. God will provide.”

I’m not sure I believe that. God listens to rich people, not to people like Abba and me.

I've had the same thoughts lately 😕

I listen to the hum of the motorcycle engine, the roar of cars around us, the beep of horns as they pass us, telling us to hurry, hurry, hurry.

Gee, why does that sound familiar 🤔? 😉