Zayna is a work of art.
The thought POPS into
my head as I watch her
from across the room.
She sits by her mother,
cross-legged on the chair
as they arrange flowers
on our dining table.
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I try harder to notice things about her
and about the things around her
when she's near me.
Because her words...
they ring in my head
like alarm bells, telling me that
i'm doing something wrong,
i just don't know it yet.
So I notice.
Things like how they
come over more now
since Father's sudden
disappearance,
how I don't miss him
and how everything seems
more at ease, now that he's gone.
I still haven't asked
why they suddenly decided to move,
or where Miho's gone,
or why Zayna started wearing hijab.
The questions titter
at the edge of my mind
but I hold them back,
now's not the right time.
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