Demons of My past

Epilogue

Epilogue

"Daddy...Daddy... are you up Daddy... mommy is gonna yell at me...Daddy" urged a quiet voice from next to my ear.

I slowly opened an eye coming face to face, with my little four-year-old daughter. Her green eyes flashed with happiness. I yawned burying my face in my pillow.

"No...Daddy don't go back to sleep," she whined.

I sighed sitting up.

"Why is mommy going to yell at you for?" I asked her ruffling her dark soft hair before I stretched.

"Because...mommy said don't wake daddy up.......she said you're tired" she smirked

I shook my head, of all my kids it was little Samira that didn't follow rules and warnings. All she had to do was flash that cute smile of hers, and you couldn't bring yourself to scold her. I scooped her up into my arms, she squealed with delight.

"Airplane daddy...DADDY AIRPLANE," she squealed giggling like a small lunatic.

"Ready.....set .....and... take off," I ran around the room with her while she yelled and gave orders.

"Faster...daddy...faster," she laughed.

I flew her around one more time before I plopped her down onto the bed. I gently started tickling her. Her small four-year-old body tried to move away from my fingers.

"DADDY... please don't be like Uncle Yahya," she yelled laughing.

I laughed scooping her up and raining kisses on her face.

"Samira you are in so much trouble with mommy," scolded my seven-year-old daughter Munira from the door. She stood by the door her arms folded. Her long dark red hair was braided behind her. Her brown eyes looked disapprovingly at her younger sister.

Samira and I looked at each other holding back our laughs. I placed Samira on the floor, she got on top of my bed and started to jump up and down.

"One second, Samira don't do that," I said going to the bathroom.

While I brushed my teeth I listened to my two daughter bicker. I shook my head, they were both too stubborn for their own good. I came out and went into the closet. Zainab had already set my clothes out for me. I shook my head, it was a cute habit she picked up over the years. I didn't complain, she always chose the best clothes.

"You didn't listen that's why you're in trouble," sighed Munira exasperated.

Samira shook her head, sticking her tongue at her sister. I shook my head at Samira, she stopped sticking her tongue. She looked sheepishly at me before she turned to argue back.

"Mommy said I can't wake daddy up. I didn't touch him... he woke up all by himself. I did listen to mommy," She said crossing her arms.

Munira looked at her with narrowed eyes. I suppressed a laugh at her logic. I put my tie around my neck and grabbed my jacket.

"Enough girls, no more." I scolded.

"But daddy," grumbled Munira.

"Darling she is too small to understand," I said with a smile kissing Munira on her forehead.

I grabbed my suitcase and shoved my phone into my pocket. I turned to my two daughters.

"Ok girls, ready?" I asked

"YES daddy, YES. piggyback ride," Samira laughed running over.

I placed her on my back. I looked at Munira who was trying hard to act like an older girl. She was too proud to do what Samira did, even if she wanted too. I rolled my eyes and opened my arms wide for her. It took her a minute but she finally relented running over and throwing her arms around me.