Published November 30, 2014 by katysoqewl

I did the project and Fatima’s mummy offered drop me home. St. Fillans Ave. was just two streets away from the Jeppa and when we were in our way home, dads car wasn’t there. I entered the house and saw mum still reading her quraan by the fire place. She greeted me and told me to go check on my baby brother as he was already asleep. I peeked into the room and he was playing FIFA 15, I just rolled my eyes and shut the door,” he is fine mum.”

Late that night while i was catching my forty winks, I heard the garage door open. I’m a lift sleeper and so I woke up. Mum was on her phone as I could hear that iPhone sounds clearly, I really need to teach her to put it on silent. Dad entered the house and I saw the shadow under my door as he walked past straight to his bedroom. The door room shut and I heard mum and dad arguing.
The next morning when wee woke up for school, dad was gone and mum was making breakfast for us. She seemed very on edge or so I thought, but I let it go. We went t school and the day was usual… Although We did get an A for mine and Fatima’s assignment.

After a long day of school, madressa and homework, we seat down to eat supper. There was so much of tension on the supper table and Muaaz(my brother) was just kicking me under the table the whole time. Breaking the ice, I said,” mum, I got an A for that assignment I went to do by Fatima’s house that night.”
“Well that is wonderful, how did your project go Muaaz?”
“They postponed it, so it is only due on Thursday now.”
We had a normal family chat but dad never said a word… It was as though he wasn’t there at all.
The tension continued and something was seriously wrong now, so I confronted my mum



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